i love laying my hair on my chest.
i love blowing out and watching the hairs quiver.i love making poems that rhyme.
i love poetry that makes me cry a river.i love running my fingertips through my thick, café au lait hair
and letting the strands drop one by one.i love imagining all you people who did me wrong.
i love imagining them as every single wisp of hair.and boy, do i love watching them fall.
it will teach them to think twice before crossing me.
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ESTÁS LEYENDO
{2} never alone.
Poesía"...we're hopelessly complicated and beautifully entwined, maybe we're ignorantly emancipated and selfishly try to prove it wrong..." lowercase intended.