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May 2014
the hair
the hair
it moved back and  forth

it covered
and  revealed

enhanced and concealed

what was fake
and what was real

abandonded
and controlled

up
down
shorn
crowned

it shimmered
with every
beam
of light

caught every ray
and captured every
imagination

causing a movement
from deep within
that could not be stopped
maeshelle west-davies
540
 
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