Poetry : Who knew that hair could weigh so much?

It shows a picture, hung in a hollow home,

Without windows or lights, but countless mirrors

Reflecting the cruelty, but hiding its form

As you try to catch it with a broken net

I don't know who I waste my time on more,

Me or you, you or me, me or me?

I get lost in my hungover mind,

And plan the ways in which you plot to hurt me.

Your distant noise means nothing

To me, I mean nothing to me

Tom Peel

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