The small spot on my scalp
Attracts my attention, itching
Prompting me to peel away a piece
Of myself, making my hair red
Dye in small doses deriving therefrom
Fading quickly as the flow fails
But soon enough, I scratch again
Trail out its traces through my fingertips
Pen-hand less pretty, perhaps, than my wont
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