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by Barry Spacks There's this girl pulling out her hair, kept doing it till the age of ten, no one could figure why, including her. She favored one side, so for symmetry her Ma shaved the other, but mostly she went bald and the other kids naturally thought, um, weird, but now she's a Purr-fict Princess, coiffeur intact, smiles when she mentions those days of misery-mystery. Have a gaze at her shining face, you can't even catch a passing glimpse of the lava roil that once within exacted pain after twitchy pain, that vast dark now a sleeping volcano that burned through her once with hard black fire. Copyright 2011. All rights reserved.
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