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Red Hair
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Older I suddenly find a young girl
Sitting nearby in silence.
Nervously I study
To know her thoughts.
Youthful eyes, bright with naïve wonder
As her eyebrows dance playfully.
Fixated in her gaze,
I cannot look away.
Oh, I am staring
And my eyes avert.
The girl’s presence, I have seen none greater.
Magnetic.
She looks away,
Straight ahead,
Glazed eyes, mesmerized.
Has not slept for days.
Without sleep, she stares.
That hair! It is bright red,
Brilliant and shocking.
The color of blood on a vampire’s lip.
A familiar shade of red,
I know it like an old friend.
With such curiosity at hand,
Worry cannot torment
Strong and captivating though this soul shines through
With clean contrast, something is squeezing,
Hanging low on the thin shoulders.
Trouble.
I can see insecurity.
People laughing?
Self-loathing!
My head trembles.
Acquaintance.
