Hair
Hair.
Brown.
Dark
Brown
And
Burly.
Curly.
Surely
You
Won’t
See
Me
The
Way
I
See
Your
Hair.
Wait.
Listen.
You
Never
Will.
Not
How
I
Listen
To
The
Sound
Of
Your
Breathing.
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