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Red #5

Rust red hair frames her pale sick face,
Her mother let her leave the house that way?
Or maybe, poor dear, her mother
died so many years ago, leaving her
with her sensitive and shattered
father, who only sees his dead wife's
eyes when he looks at his daughter,
and doesn't notice the manmade color of
her tresses.
Or maybe, her mother, being the
eccentric type, still alive, divorced
from her sensitive and shattered husband,
approves of this bottled shade,
and doesn't mind that her pale sick
daughter is on fire?



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