You tried to run your hands through my hair and your fingers got tangled. You couldn't extract them and what was meant as a caress became as clumsy as everything else between us. My hair isn't the kind of hair you can run fingers through smoothly and uninterrupted. It is (I am) tied up in knots.
When you pull your hands away, I can see a strand curling around one of your fingers.
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