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But even I have noticed -
every time she cuts my hair
my life changes.
What if, I say instead,
I had bangs? What if tomorrow
we wake up in a strange city?
What if you cut it short? What if
I fall in love?
She smiles and I watch
the glint of steel in the mirror
as she continues.
Keep snipping, my darling girl,
keep shaping these strands.
From here, we can
go anywhere.
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