pink haired girl
her hair was brown and now it's pink colored like an etheral sky, when the sun hits the clouds at just the right time later pink waste piles in the polished sink and through the cracks of her hair come lime the pink will fade to brown and it was all a lie, but a joke we can laugh over a drink her hair has died, but she keeps the dye
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