i always wanted somebody
to pull my ears' hair; annoying
i can't see but i can touch
some lucky days i get rid
akin to squid it grows back
even multiply like bushes
my ears could be growing
either chasing my hair line
or expanding to increase
reception as my nerves tend
to lay back at approaching time
i wonder if my eyes has it too
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