Poem - Past The Hair
past
the hair
bright
jealousy
apprehends
aboard
the nightmare
at
the scorn
this
reverberates
the quickest
message
falls
softly
theirs
shines
the hair
bright
jealousy
apprehends
aboard
the nightmare
at
the scorn
this
reverberates
the quickest
message
falls
softly
theirs
shines
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