kafka's klip & kurl
~
the comb nearly falls
through
her obsidian hair
each tooth
reaching
the clipped terminus
slipping
into the nothingness
which surrounds everything
which is not
her
thick rich glossy
finely cut
obsidian hair
~
Poetry by one trick pony
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Written on 2024-07-02 at 03:35
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