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 Her hair was not just hair—

It was a language, fluent in silence.
Each strand a phrase, each curl a question,
Telling stories that lips could never share.

It spilled like dusk across her shoulders,
Dark as a secret, soft as a sigh.
When she walked, it moved like poetry,
A rhythm the breeze learned to recite.

I watched it in morning light,
How it caught the sun like fire in threads—
Golden embers dancing at the edge of time.
It framed her face like a tender prophecy,
A halo forged from ink and moonlight.

She twisted it when she was nervous,
Wound it into knots like riddles.
When she laughed, it flew—reckless, free—
A rebellion against stillness.

I once held a lock in my fingers,
Twirling fate between touch and temptation.
It smelled of lavender and longing,
Of moments that never made it to words.

She said she hated the tangles—
I adored them.
They were wild like her thoughts,
Honest like her soul.



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  1. Remember
    No matter how good we are, if we are poor, people will still look down on us, but if we are rich, even if we are wrong, there will be someone to defend us, that is the uniqueness of humans.

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  2. 🖤🖤🖤🖤👎🏿
    Do you know that after 10 pm, my heart always beats fast and hard and my heart feels anxious and does not feel comfortable to text you and my mood changes to be very bad,? Maybe you can answer it yourself because you are the cause. At that hour you give me a lot of work to fill in while you do something that may not be right (meeting someone) like you let Frederick in after 12 midnight. And you talk about business but it is true that it is business but the business of having sex with you.
    That's why my trust to you is almost nothing

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