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GINGER, BY ELIZABETH LEO

I missed the bus with you
Over three years, crossing the road with you, for something
Unseen, dark, new.

Until today
I thought your orange hair
Was honest hair, rebellious hair,
Hair that withstood critics and bewildered those
Detractors of the Rainbow. I find

Your hair does not have fiery roots and
Your hair
Is a liar.


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