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20h
I wanted you to brush my hair
So we could talk and giggle
To sit at your feet
And be told how to be
A desire to lay my head on your knee
As cigarettes fill the air
The chores are left unfinished
And I am just another boring task.
So today my hair was brushed by me
Written by
Rubianne Foster  27/F/FL, USA
(27/F/FL, USA)   
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