Unkempt

You liked my hair like this,Roughly tousled, Stiff and splayed about,Treated with cheap shampoo,And what's conditioner, anyway?You'd sleep with my head on your chest,Enveloping me in your softness,While your fingers stroked through the mess,And when I'd wake my hair would be all the worse,Or all the better, depending on your point of view.

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