I can't help but pity
the girl I would have been
had I gone to the bank
before the store
and never saw you get out
of your tiny car.
She peels an orange
and plans her next day,
satisfied with the clouds.
And the only difference
is she went to the bank.
But someday, I'm sure,
she'll hurt someone
and no one will ever tell her.
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