Haircut Blues
I prayed to the devil I prayed to the god
With scissors they were cut, that was mightier then a sword,
I Look like a school boy, I look so fkcin small
Like the end of rome, my hairs did fall
For years they were fine, with the wind they were gone
Now i feel cold at the twilight I feel cold at the dawn
Thick and dark and little messy they were
Stranger I see, when I look at the mirror.
poem by Kanav Justa
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