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I need a haircut too. It's almost at my waist and ratty at the ends... Needs new layers b/c its getting to heavy to clip up and my head hurts if I put it in a pony.
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'...
At poor peace I sing
To you strangers (though song
Is a burning and crested act,
The fire of birds in
The world's turning wood,
For my sawn, splay sounds,)
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Dylan Thomas, Author's Prologue
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