Sitting in a high chair, Eyes closed - Lean back, breathe in As the towel around my shoulder folds. - My hairdresser looks in the mirror Glassy blue eyes With shaky hands - They swear he is high. - Most people they fear him His shaking hands They break their nerves. He’s an unstable man. … <a href="http://ground000.wordpress.com/2014/04/10/1659/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">→</span></a><img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=ground000.wordpress.com&blog=32084475&post=1659&subd=ground000&ref=&feed=1" width="1" height="1" />
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