Brown, flowing, long like a river as the waves cascaded down his face once. Hands brushing through, whipping all around and hiding the face of an actor waiting to set stage. A curtain that was always pulled back for the eyes to showcase. One moment there, the next gone. The angel finally seen. Snipped, but never will be forgotten.
Dedicated to Harry's beautiful hair
P.S: My birthday was last week! Sorry I haven't updated in a while, my family has been going through some stuff
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Poems of a teenage fangirl
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