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being eight
Heidi never sang to me
nor spun around and fell,
but I knew her
by the shade of her lips
the glistening of sunshine in her hair
and I forgave her songlessness.
Once, I was explaining
the rite of falling down
beneath a large oak
my arms fully extended as I went
round and round and round
She forgave me when my left fist connected
with her right nostril and released a torrent of blood.
nor spun around and fell,
but I knew her
by the shade of her lips
the glistening of sunshine in her hair
and I forgave her songlessness.
Once, I was explaining
the rite of falling down
beneath a large oak
my arms fully extended as I went
round and round and round
She forgave me when my left fist connected
with her right nostril and released a torrent of blood.
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