Twisting these unruly thoughts
into something presentable
like the knotty hair
my mother used to battle
each morning
in desperation I write
aiming for wisdom
landing on forced
Jul 3, 2016
Jul 3, 2016 at 7:34 AM UTC
Twisting these unruly thoughts
into something presentable
like the knotty hair
my mother used to battle
each morning
in desperation I write
aiming for wisdom
landing on forced
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