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I relentlessly pretty it up,
knowing that it will be cut off,
I relentlessly polish them up,
knowing that they will be cut off,
It's dreadful, so dreadful,
those times when it gets cut off,
These locks of hair that get cut off,
look just like you when you are dead.
- by drake107_mk |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 12/28/2008 |
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- Title: a dead girls poem
- Artist: drake107_mk
- Description: this is a peom of a girl and her hair...
- Date: 12/28/2008
- Tags: dead girls poem
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