in_days
bijou
his
mother's
house
is
full
of
silk
flowers
, painted
angels
and
dachsunds,
pictures
of
their
family
filling
every
inch
of
wood
paneling. blonde
hair
and
braces
.
at
dinner
his
father's mischevios
eyes
had
paused
for
a
second
to
plead
with
me
,
take
care
of
him
,
turn
him
right
around
to
face
the
front
.
but
i
could
not
take
him
on
.
every
choking
breath
sounds
worse
,
things
coming
out
every
seam
downhill
tumble
over
the
big
yellow
crab
apples
and
drying
mud
.
i
guess
maybe
i
love
you
.
i
haven't
been
home
in
days
.
everything
is
in
quarters
.
sometimes
they
run
into
two
or
four
.
i
think
i
will
look
back
in
wonder
at
this
season
.
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...
crOwl
i
think
i
will
look
back
in
wonder
at
this
time
.
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...
autumn
in
days
to
come
I
pray
that
it
will
become
easier
to
breathe
.
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...
crOwl
i
think
i
will
look
back
and
be
thankful
for
the
ability
to
live
the
dream
...
to
be
the
one
who
dares
to
walk
the
blade
and
not
fall
off
,
even
if
i
bleed
.
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who
go
blather
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