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"Her hair, nor loose nor tied in formal plat
Proclaim'd in her a careless hand of pride
For some, untuck'd, descended her sheaved hat,
Hanging her pale and pined cheek beside;
Some in her threaden fillet still did bide,
And true to bondage would not break from thence,
Though slackly braided in loose negligence."
- at Capital Cities
- JoinedDecember 27, 2012
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