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.
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