Building
the hair glistens
catching the morning light.
wisps lay
on the floor
like secrets,
building a barrier.
as they fall.
and break.
they gather on
the floor.
creating walls.
to keep you out.
one is letting go.
but at the same time.
is building a new
barrier.
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