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The scissors snips strands off my little head. I can’t move. “You must not ruin the surprise.” A brown curtain, covers my mouth and my eyes. Her voice is calm as she continues to lie. Then, her hands shake and hair falls to the floor. A quick yelp escapes. Droplets land on my shoulder. And now for the truth, she wants me ready and good. The mirror shows our faces, our black dresses and lilies.

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Date: 1/22/2019 4:19:00 PM
Wow, trying to understand the message here but well written!
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Date: 1/22/2019 3:15:00 AM
beautiful poem
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Date: 1/16/2019 3:23:00 PM
Wow, that was deep and so cool. Loved this and welcome to soup
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Alyson Lang
Date: 1/16/2019 4:03:00 PM
Thank you!!