[[ this should be recorded by Toyah and Robert ]]
there is no perfect
circle on the ice
these dusty skates
are hand-me-downs
from aunts and cousins
screwed and glued
and passed on
to the next girl
in the clan who's
grown enough to wobble
out uncertainly
with these dull blades
on ice and scream
back in the arms
of gravity and live
to tell her sister
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