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Jan 2013
your hair is on my desk
it must have fallen out when I
found your comb and caressed it

with my nose, my fingertips
I gathered one last whiff
of your scent

your hair is on my desk
follicles of it are kind of dead
but I think I can feel your breath

thank you for leaving me this
small present.
Sarina
Written by
Sarina  forests
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