I like to colour my hair red
It is beautiful and brave and spirited
with a wish that daring would seep into my heart
And colour me red.
Because you see
I am made of faded colours
Like the sunburnt pages of an old magazine
Crinkled pages with blotches of colour, desaturated
One fading into another
Pages that had known vigour once
A long time ago…
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