You know that once you've seen it
you'll never be the same.
You'll be the one that sees it often,
or rarely, or never again.
You know because
you've seen a head
and, rarely, see one again,
and you've never been the same.
And you know you might grow sadder,
seeing one come off,
than seeing that head and, rarely,
seeing one again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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