I comb your long golden hair.
The comb is brazen.
You look at yourself in the silver etched mirror
and I look at the reflection of your eyes.
I've never looked so beautiful in my life.
Author notes
I don't know where this came from. I'm not even blonde.
Written November 7th, 2005
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This is a cool poem...
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do you see the person in the mirror?
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Interesting, I hate blondes.


