Your hair is short ...
like me.
are so many things in common
we have:
He is dark, I have a few lights
,
The moves against the wind
subtle and soft, melodious.
I go on my own, clumsy and rough to the touch,
unrhythmicity.
The two rebel firm before you,
impossible to tame in the morning,
twisted, unstable, capricious ... The
there in your head ...
And you here in mine ...
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