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The Red

She told me 
she used to have 
my exact same shade of hair 
when she was younger

Then she pointed 
to her graying locks 
as if to say...
“This is what you have to look forward to”

I didn’t have the heart 
to tell her mine was dark auburn #8B 
from a box
Putting my hand on her shoulder
I said “you look great!”

She said 
“I miss the red”

Copyright © | Year Posted 2006




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