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You used to stroke my hair

Gently rubbing down my

Hair and onto my back

With my head in your

Lap. I would fall asleep

Like that. You let me stay

There sleeping for hours

Just stroking my hair.

You used put my hair

In ponytails and brush my

Hair for hours at a time

Now. . .you are gone and

All I have left are the memories

Of your hands in my hair.