Hair

Your hair was always beautiful,

Long and luciousous,

Everyone always loved it. 

But then you cut it off. 

Long strands fly away to the floor,

While you're in the bathroom, 

Closed door. 

You open it. 

You ask me to help. 

Cutting your hair away felt like a crime,

Luckily, I was willing to break the law for you. 

dandelions

NJ

13 years old

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