Obsessed with my Obsession

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My pen The paper mate black one that spills in my book It’s good to me Makes me feel open, even when I decide not to be  It speaks for me 
Most people don't see the beauty In something so fine But yet so thick With curls so tight Or stick straight locks Hair is a science But is seen as a crock Fishtails Dutch braids
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