my hair has grown out, it breathes on it's own
the strands are thin, and collect grease
like an apron, or the underside of a fingernail
after a shower it's light liveliness dies down,
weighs me down within hours
this is ironic to me, since i normally take my showers with you
my body never used to take to filth this quickly, perhaps
i just never really get clean anymore
or never was, but in comparison to you now, i've noticed
opened a lid or two to spot it, and spit
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Unfiltered, immature (but maturing) rants, poetry and (current) findings of the first leaf in my adult years: These are mainly stripped of my independent "self". They are projections of myself in the relationships with men, women, art and the earth that I created in an attempt to free myself from isolation, childhood terrors and hurt. I've created a new blog for present/future - much more art - individualized pain - and everyday questionings. #likehoneyburning.blogspot
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