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10•10 Poetry Anthology
Two Truths and a FIB Poetry Anthology
Humid Hair
I twirl my tresses
Around my finger.
Movie star locks,
I'm a dead ringer.
But once I go out
In the humid air,
Things get ugly -
Frizz-bomb hair.
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