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I found an old blunt needle and A bit of thread the color of your name So I embroidered you onto my heart. Maybe I should have spent less time outdoors, Since the sun leeched away the pigment and Left my stitching faded and fraying. When I can find a pair of scissors I will pull out the worn string and wait For the pattern of punctures to heal. I hope the scars are faint.

They were seven years old when they first met. The boy was squatting in the dirt and watching a beetle as it flailed on the ground, stuck on its back.  He prodded it gently, turning it over onto its feet as the girl came up behind him. "Whatcha looking at?" she asked.  The beetle flicked its wings indignantly, and sunlight flashed off the iridescent green.  "Ooh, that's a pretty bug." She reached down to scoop it up, but he grabbed her wrist.  "Don't touch it!"  Sensing the danger, the beetle began to crawl away. "Hey!" the girl exclaimed.  "Let go of me!"  She yanked h