Hairbrush - Poem by Nassy Fesharaki
It is of my daily use
On it, his name is burned
A memory of prison, and he
A treasure hunter, one of the two.
I have never been able to reply!
Their need is for sure a part
But will one sell items to
No good buyer?
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