Your hair
So brown and lovely
Long and flowing
Like a dark river
Tumbling into a waterfall
Tumbling down your shoulders
I want to drown in that river of gothic softness
Ride the dark waves down to the double peaks
And make myself a home in the deep red firey core
It takes me there
Makes me stop and stare
It is beyond compare
Your hair
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