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—Blackout. \ rewind \\ 9pm, my messy curls sizzled as chemicals flow down the drain— raven, to matte purple. Each strand a minute I forced straight with smoldering iron. >> glitch < 1am, Hair unraveled against the shuddering wall The taste of heated whiskey falt er ing from our lips Rusty red smudged on neon-lit chins— He muttered, “Your hair looks better at night.” I replied— —Blackout, (sigh) \ rewind ?

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