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Nov 2013
I miss my hair like an insomniac
misses the girl of his dreams.
I miss my hair like the wood used for a cupboard door
misses the taste of water and soil.
I miss my hair like a falling raindrop
misses the safety and freedom of the clouds.
I miss my hair like an old country hall
misses the parties and people it used to house.
Nathan Douglas Day
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Nathan Douglas Day  Nairne
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   Emily Tyler
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