dirty blonde hair
falling out of a headband
she probably put on herself.
Around six or seven years old,
holding her father's hand
holding her father's hand
with the kind of smile that will
break someone's heart someday.
I wonder what will happen
before someday.
As she bounces away,
I imagine a girl
fifteen years older.
The same dirty blonde hair,
longer now,
pulled back.
A girl who can't sleep in the same room
as another person.
I wonder what will make her this way.
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