Aurora Antonovic Fling   I wear my independence in my hair: Rebellion is held in its waves, Tempestuous tendrils curl on my forehead, Fiery will and unbridled eccentricities flow down My back, strength drips from the tips; A toss of autonomy comes with a flick of the head, The intensity of vehement locks weigh me down, Ground me, Mine, all mine. Some have tried to tame me with a simple shearing, Only to find it grows back again, just as wild and free, as before.

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