"And forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair."
- Khalil Gibran
I will grow my hair long, I said.
I will stop smoking these cigarettes, I said.
I will feel nothing, I said.
But I cut my hair short,
I kept on smoking,
and I feel everything.
It's December.
I will grow my hair long.
I wonder how many sticks are left in my bag pocket.
I am mad.
I am numb. I am numb. I am numb.
What did I say again?
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