prompt: "maybe ___"
I leave a trail of
Bobby pins
Wherever I go,
Plucking them
Out when I turn a
Corner,
Scattering them at
Intersections. Hair
Tumbling down, bit by
Bit, hoping you can
See my path in the
Moonlight.
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Beautiful and thought-provoking, Nikki!
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Nice, very nice. - Moskowitz
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