Hair Short

Two girls, Korean and pretty,

Sit on a blue velvet couch, gold

Curlicues composing the frame.

They calmly and patiently brush

Each other's hair with a simple

Wooden brush, their long locks

Reaching their feet and dragging

Along the floor some. They're wearing

Pale pink dresses, the flowery

Garments almost matching except

For the fact that one is short-sleeved

And one is long-sleeved, 

Two matching pictures that appear to be

The same, minute differences all

That separates the two of them.

And then they slash wildly with a knife,

Letting the blade fall to the floor,

Letting their rivalry collapse,

Letting their shorn hair drift to the ground.

The End

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