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May 2021
Curled, dead hair
strewn across yellowing cracked porcelain
of the bathroom floor.
Cold, artificial light
tinges blond locks blue. Cracked window
contorts the sunset’s view.
Written by
Ana Teresa Gardea  F/Texas
(F/Texas)   
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