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My hair is a jungle. Wild and dangerous The color of a palm tree's trunk. It flows down like a waterfall With wild rapids at the bottom. The mysteries of the Amazon are in there Along with the fire of secret indigenous tribes. Layers of complex ecosystems (similar to the various hormonal states of a young adult female) Make it a treacherous place to venture But some come out alive. You cannot tame the wild jungle Unless you cut it down.
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Jun 6, 2010
Jun 6, 2010 at 5:24 PM UTC
jungle hair
My hair is a jungle. Wild and dangerous The color of a palm tree's trunk. It flows down like a waterfall With wild rapids at the bottom. The mysteries of the Amazon are in there Along with the fire of secret indigenous tribes. Layers of complex ecosystems (similar to the various hormonal states of a young adult female) Make it a treacherous place to venture But some come out alive. You cannot tame the wild jungle Unless you cut it down.
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Jun 6, 2010
Jun 6, 2010 at 5:24 PM UTC
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