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I love your hair, how it feels in my hands
The tiny specks of grey scattered like ashes of a fire
The way it makes a map of your head
I love how its soft perfect completes me when I close my eyes
How it smells beneath my chin as you rest your head upon my chest
How it’s the exact opposite of mine, short and blonde and aging
Straight as a razors edge
I love your hair for all sorts of reasons
But mostly, I love it because it is yours