As opposed to any other kind;
though your tresses certainly call for something different,
and I'm sure no matter how long you stand on streetcorners
calling into the rain,
they won't lose their shine to the sheen of green
like the roofs of so many buildings;
your turrets of curls instilled by dye,
for the arching eyebrows above those deep brown eyes
are of a fairer blonde.
Still, you are enchanting,
and certainly no tin man creaking;
you keep your joints well oiled.
Author notes
Don't even ask, I have no idea. 
Background is the title color.
A contest entry
- Hues of Red in 12 Lines or Less (there's a catch) by The Fun House.
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Comments
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You're very prolific in this contest, my goodness.
It sounded at first like a prostitute, but then I wondered by the end if it were not a young dancer? I don't know though. I think it's a strong piece.
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Brilliant piece. I really like where your mind went with this prompt. The scene is vivid, as is your life spark emanating throughout the piece. The closing lines hit hard and I love that. Bravo!
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