Last night I found a hair in your shirt
I asked you about it
I laughed about it
You didn't know where it came from
I saved it
Now I lay here in front of you
In your arms
Deciding whether and when to ask
Because I know it would open a can of worms
Inception again
A strand of hair locked away
To fester in my mind since I won't allow it into my reality
4-26-12
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