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I cut my hair!  

I dye it red!

Red with earth blood.

A new visage,

a new countenance,

for a new day.

And I say,

Today is a good day to die,

for I've no fear of the things that shadow my life.

The crows have flown in for the Fall.

One keeps a'knockin at my door.

I open it repeatedly

to find he's not there.

I wait patiently as ever.

I hear there's been a storm,

and he's blown off course.

In my dreams I sing.

Sounds flow forth like rain.

I cause and stop the flow.

I call him to me, 

like the Siren.

Suddenly, 

he's there,

when my eyes open,

for the rest of my life.

Today is a good day to die.

So I dye my hair red like blood, 

and I cut away the old,

to make way for the new.