Her Long Black Hair

I wrote this because I have long black hair. Seriously.

Her long black hair

cascaded,

like waves.

Like those sweet black waters.

Of waterfalls,

they were,

as they tumbled

down

her back.

Touching,

she knew,

her very bones.

Through the soft silk,

that was her skin,

to the fragility of

her spine.

The one

that held her.

Together.

Kept her upright.

In this violent world of

madness.

The End

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