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Tangled
She let her hair down,
To let him up,
Until one day,
When he yanked them hard.
Yet she braided them everyday,
Waiting for him to go.
She remembers the last words he said,
Don’t let me go,
Cut them off,
Hold me hostage here o’darling.
But the pride of her hair,
Tangled with love,
Let him go,
In hope,
Of him coming back up,
Even though she knew,
It was the last time,
She might have long hair.
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