hair harmony
hair harmonycan't imagine a place
where as many souls
leave so much of themselves
in such short time
nor a place where all
the pigments of humanity
overlap mosaic-ally perfect
the reds-
whites
browns
blonds
blacks
greys
bleached
colored
thick
thin
tall
short
old
young
we all
on occasion
leave
traces of
ourselves
on the
barber shop floor
and we get
kicked in
and mixed
in with
all those others
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