By: Tony W

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The sound of metal rubbing against metal 

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Head pulled to the left, right, or back – tiny teeth snagged on what’s best forgotten

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My past falls to the floor 

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The stylist words fall around me like loose hairs

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Head down eyes closed – silent prayer

Let it go

Let it all go

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Out with the old 

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In with the new

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Take a look at the new you