Midnight Musings. 

And when my fingers entangle in my curls,

You waft in… Gentle yet captivating.

As you, at one point of time, played with them,

Losing yourself in these messy mazes,

To terminate a little below my shoulder.

Notice I haven’t cut them yet,

Inspite of my love for the bob

For I still hope, that they will quiver again,

Amidst your fingers…

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