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Hair

Framed fine hair within
the mirror a soul comes undone
right in front of death.
Coating cloths of today.
Colors drinking dog's teeth
to annoy the cat's tail.

Cracking and splitting
hairs 2: 01 grief chained
to lips tangled inside a

brush original and pure
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