Hair.

Much like a cascading shade
Hair washing over a weathered, gaunt face
A dark, tangled, magnificent mane
The only thing heavier than a rigid gaze
Tied in knots, entangled in complaints
Color and nutrients constantly fade
Every bit as tired as those who stayed
Twisted in dull, uninspired loose braids
Uncertainty wrapped around every strand

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