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The wind wants to comb my har but gets tangled in its snare. my wooly bend of kinks and bends has now got them all to stare. i didnt ask for this texture but its the only one i wish to be next to. i can braid it , blade it, grow it hide it show it , its always there. right in place , it doesnt fall into my face. my barber is the best barber he can cut  it into shapes. i can tape it fade it wear it long shave it. but it will always be my **** ***** curls black hair.
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Sep 8, 2014
Sep 8, 2014 at 5:56 PM UTC
Windy Hair