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fathomless It is perhaps, the end of the beginning.
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A new form of poetry I tried: Triolet

When the braid you wear isn't yours to choose, when foreign hands dictate the simple aspects of your life, something you thought was only yours.

Not yours

Three hairs lay out of place,

Three hairs lay out of place, The last piece of her self forever frayed.

Three hairs lay out of place, The last piece of her self forever frayed. Though tightly spun with gold and lace,

Three hairs lay out of place, The last piece of her self forever frayed. Though tightly spun with gold and lace, Three hairs lay out of place,

Three hairs lay out of place, The last piece of her self forever frayed. Though tightly spun with gold and lace, Three hairs lay out of place, Framing her resigned unhappy face.

Three hairs lay out of place, The last piece of her self forever frayed. Though tightly spun with gold and lace, Three hairs lay out of place, Framing her resigned unhappy face. Stern hands braiding, don't see the smile fade,

Three hairs lay out of place, The last piece of her self forever frayed. Though tightly spun with gold and lace, Three hairs lay out of place, Framing her resigned unhappy face. Stern hands braiding, don't see the smile fade, Three hairs lay out of place,

Three hairs lay out of place, The last piece of her self forever frayed. Though tightly spun with gold and lace, Three hairs lay out of place, Framing her resigned unhappy face. Stern hands braiding, don't see the smile fade, Three hairs lay out of place, The last piece of her self forever frayed.

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