Rings of Curls

March 29, 2016

Choas rang its bell that day

Surrounded by desert

I somehow felt trapped all day

Without her rings of curls

There was no meanig in the world

A sight came to me

A reflection no doubt

In this world all alone

Yet a girl with rings of curls

Stood facing me

Tall and thin

Boots and jeans

A reflection of me

And still someone else entirely

A girl of rings and curls

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