We used to be seven

My curls used to be sunshine

Colored

Yours used to be stubborn

Naive stubborn.

The powder used to hit our knees

On the days

When we could eat lunch in four bites

It’s:

twisted

crinkled like

the leaves

they’re frail now,

on the edge

of not there.

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feverishly 

There are days when I fall asleep wondering about the line between stupid and brave.

Brave

Is a hero rushing into battle

Ready to fight

For their passion

Stupid

Is a hero rushing into battle