Hair

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I ceased to love you,

I had thought

But in reality I had just forgotten.

And then one chilly night

When my blanket did not bring enough comfort to my restless form.

I remembered

I wanted to write you a letter

But instead I cut my hair.

And maybe when it reaches my shoulders

I will truly have stopped Loving you.

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