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Oct 2020
I used to cut my hair
for a new beginning, a newer look
to redesign the cover of this
simply- written opened book.

It seems necessity now cuts my hair,
leaving strands dull, blunt, no flair
a synonym of sorts,
sticking out here and there.
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