I combed my
twisted hair,
hoping to
unknot
my thoughts.
But my image
reflected on the
mirror
had never
been this dead before.
Hairdresser
tranced by Raffaella Ciavatta Labels: circles, pattern at Monday, January 04, 2010
I combed my
twisted hair,
hoping to
unknot
my thoughts.
But my image
reflected on the
mirror
had never
been this dead before.
tranced by Raffaella Ciavatta Labels: circles, pattern at Monday, January 04, 2010
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