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Dear Ms. Arie I am my hair I am my skin I am also the soul that lives within Times have changed Ms. Arie I can walk around the office with wild hair and still be "irie" Dark skin is just my color
I cut my hair. I cut my hair Because of you. You’re fingers twisted in my strands, Your hands removing them from my neck So your lips could lay upon my vulnerability And gently kiss. You cut my hair,
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