Hair Today Gone Tomorrow...

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She was pretty once, Deep set eyes, the chiselled nose, Pointed chin, lovely as a rose, But that’s not the first thing you noticed about her, They fell at her hip, Swaying when she swayed, A curtain of darkness against her dusky skin, Plaited in sum

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Ismita Tandon

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