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Of The Girl With The Wild Wild Hair

A storm in strands, a tangled snare,
She walks with lightning in her hair
Is she a whisper, is she a scream?
A waking nightmare, or a dream?
Step too close, she’ll pull you in,
A force untamed, a soul laid bare,
The girl with the wild, wild hair.

the girl with the wild wild hair
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Responses to “Of The Girl With The Wild Wild Hair”

  1. Bookstooge avatar
    Bookstooge

    Yeah, going to need a lot more than just a comb for that!

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    1. Beaton avatar
      Beaton

      …an exorcism did come to mind 😂
      ~B

      Reply
  2. M. avatar
    M.

    ❤️

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    1. Beaton avatar
      Beaton

      ⭐

      Reply
  3. boromax avatar
    boromax

    Excellent, and fun! I take it this is your poetry and your art? Love it! ~Ed.

    Reply
    1. Beaton avatar
      Beaton

      *Bows*
      🫶🏽
      ~B

      Reply

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