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Welcome to my blog. I'm Sam, a 20-something from Canada whose keyboard is covered in sticky maple syrup. True story. Thanks for stopping by. 

Dancing With Scissors

            Despite their many warnings, she still ran with scissors.
                   Treading down the streets, she cut her long hair,
                                and threw her locks to the birds. 
                      And as she snipped away all the screwy beliefs
                     that wove themselves into the fabric of her being
                         she caught her reflection in the sharp metal. 
                                    And oh, how she beamed. 

                                                 -s.f.  

 

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