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To the claws that clasp my hair,
Unable am I, to keep it together- if it weren't for you;
To the claws that become my designer,
Granted am I, a comment to bother - if it weren't for you;
To the claws that give me style,
Troubled am I, with confidence shorter - if it weren't for you;
To the claws that become my support,
Sticky am I, exercise hair lather - if it weren't for you;
To the claws that become my friend,
Falling am I, failing my power - if it weren't for you;
To the teeth and the claws that clipped on,
Never am I, leaving home without you.
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