Rêves Canadiens


                    When Mourning Ends

                    Hairspray the hurt,
                    Don't make me forget.
                    Mousse the memories,
                    I can't lose those too.

                    Leave the scissors hanging,
                    they are not needed.
                    No curling, crimping, dyeing,
                    or thinning.
                    No change please.

                    Why won't you wash?
                    This morning was not enough,
                    my water will never clean
                    those fuzzy frames.

                    Please, I don't want
                    a cut.
                    Just set
                    all that is left.

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