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sometimes I feel like my long hair
what hides and reveals
what some version
small and soft
lives tangled in the unkempt locks
where it takes work to get to my mother's eyes
her cheekbones
a hair's breadth between.
it's the distance between being looked at
and being seen.
shorn, I feel the shame of nakedness
rather than it's splendor
I feel the parts of me worth hiding
in t...
Friday 6th September 2024 10:50 am
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