meg purcell, _six or seven

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six or seven
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intense
severe
surprisingly cavalier
at six or seven
with arrows drawn
questioning how high am I
and how many branches would I break
on my way down
I was black and white
most days back then
the graceful tomboy
covered with sap and scabs
when someone told me he could see
the rainbow aura of a silhouette
I believed him

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meg purcell
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