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Pink hair: Bright and boisterous, A wild mess on your head. You talk, I smile; It’s nice. Too bad I don’t say anything. You run out of words; I run out of patience. Bye? See you tomorrow. Pink hair: You’re back. You talk again, I smile again. Today I talk a bit And you smile. But we can’t find enough words. Bye? See you tomorrow. Pink hair: Across the room. We don’t talk. We don’t smile. Was that a wave? I can’t tell. Were you looking for words? I was. Pink hair, Will I see you tomorrow? Pink hair: Your hair isn’t pink We still don’t talk Our chance is gone Pink hair: Did you forget something?
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Feb 17, 2018
Feb 17, 2018 at 7:51 AM UTC
pink hair
Pink hair: Bright and boisterous, A wild mess on your head. You talk, I smile; It’s nice. Too bad I don’t say anything. You run out of words; I run out of patience. Bye? See you tomorrow. Pink hair: You’re back. You talk again, I smile again. Today I talk a bit And you smile. But we can’t find enough words. Bye? See you tomorrow. Pink hair: Across the room. We don’t talk. We don’t smile. Was that a wave? I can’t tell. Were you looking for words? I was. Pink hair, Will I see you tomorrow? Pink hair: Your hair isn’t pink We still don’t talk Our chance is gone Pink hair: Did you forget something?
#awkward#pink
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Wyn
F/Durham, NC
Feb 17, 2018
Feb 17, 2018 at 7:51 AM UTC
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