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Feb 2018
My hair matched your eyes,
and I grew tired of the color.
So I made my hair red-
To match my lips,
and the love I gave to another.
A piece from my published book "now you know"
Baylee Beausoleil
Written by
Baylee Beausoleil  20/F/Las Vegas
(20/F/Las Vegas)   
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