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My father had a steel comb with which he would comb our hair.

After a bath the cold metal soothing against my scalp, his hand cupping
my chin.
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Shakil Ahmed 30 November 2015

well penned, you have portrayed your passions very well in the poem, thanks for sharing

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Kazim Ali

Kazim Ali

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