i was
sitting there
surrounded
by my own hair,
held up
by the smell of
chocolate labs and lace and
i kept on plucking
my yellow
gold split ends and
flicking them away
and
they would land
like snow on
top of my
long black sleeves
where
they lay like
little flecks
of golden dust
it's just dead
old skin
cells
but still
the follicular mess
i've surrounded myself in,
at least,
makes me feel
like
i've done something.
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