new
day
wearing
bows in her hair
and
bells on her ankles
proclaiming
a word . . .
that
was simply a lie,
and
I believed her . . . .
not
because it sounded true
but
just because
I
remembered
long
ago
how
much I loved
to
hear those bells
and
see her smile
and
tie the
ribbons
round
her
curls
and
think that she
was
mine.
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