Brooklyn tumbleweed
Somersaulting down the street
Black clump of hair-weave
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1 comment:
ha! you know what this reminds me of? That one day at practice when Elise, me and christina were doing goalie training and we were doing extension dives, then christina's weave fell out. I though an animal has died and fallen from the sky. i was scared. Anyway. thanks for letting me re-live that.
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