Curls was a wild spirit,
dancing like the branches of trees
and inhaling the scent the wind
blew to her
And when she smiled,
that drunken on life smile
you could almost imagine the
world stopped and everything was
okay.
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CURLS
Poetryⓒⓤⓡⓛⓢ She didn't know who she really was until she met her. The girl with blonde curls and a blinding smile who lit up the world with the twinkle in her eyes. First love hurts like a bitch, especially when you fall in love with someone you're not...
