When I can't sense
My growing hair will display
The passage of time
Saturday, November 7, 2009
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5 comments:
and i meant to keep it long,
not anymore.
where then is my measure of reality?
Aren't you lucky.
You obtain catharsis
with every falling strand.
While some remain stupefied,
you live your reality.
Nice one..keep it rolling
surely life's worst horror
that. and wouldn't one
wish, to forever
disappear into abstraction and
illusion? if it would
be for ever.
So true. Hair is like reservoirs of memory
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