cherry blossoms drop their petals on my doorstep
the street lined with spring snow
i want to cut my hair
i remember the smell of yours
the locks washed only with water
the smell of bark lingers on the lungs
i pull the gray hairs out but they keep coming back
i brush all the locks out and say every week i am going to the hairdresser
but cannot and drop a cherry
Allegory of Nicole
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