He said
"Your hair is cursed because I can't get my fingers through it"
I say
"But maybe the curse wasn't mine but his.
And my hair was protecting me from him"
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PoetryMy mind is like a poisoned apple. From a simple glance, everything seems fine. But once you taste it, it becomes a whole different story. . . . Highest Ranking: [#66 in Poetry]
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He said
"Your hair is cursed because I can't get my fingers through it"
I say
"But maybe the curse wasn't mine but his.
And my hair was protecting me from him"
