Frayed and emaciated, the brown curls lay on her forehead. She twirled a bunch of loose strands, around her left ear. A few broke loose. The betrayal of keratin? A silent scream A loud swoon - She spotted those split ends.
LOVED your "about me". I am sorry I don't understand poems, so most of your site was sort of an overhead transmission, but it was fun to read it nevertheless :) Neha a fellow blogger
LOVED your "about me". I am sorry I don't understand poems, so most of your site was sort of an overhead transmission, but it was fun to read it nevertheless :)
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Ha ha I came across your blog through Helter Skelter and I can COMPLETELY get this one. The Terrible Curse of The Split End(s).
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