Spectatum veniunt, veniunt spectentur ut
ipsae.~ Ovid
When I was young,
I pulled my hair
Up off my face,
And out of my eyes.
I wanted to see.
And to control
The many fly aways.
But now I rather
Like my hair
To blow about,
And hide the view,
To veil my face
Like a whisper,
And prefer,
Uncontrollably,
Just to be seen.
-jenn long
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