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Red boys worth blood listen to the things they can’t hold in their hands like sun and color and the supposed shoes of a Cinderella girl who was really their sister and didn’t run away from them, just the angels in the front garden Burn the house Burn the garden Take the gut-punch Grab the slipper The watery grave she finds herself in- tears shed by parents over the rejection of a suitor The boys are only red because they faithfully cling to Cinderella’s heart. She gave it to them for safekeeping Oh the things that brothers find themselves holding past midnight.
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May 4, 2020
May 4, 2020 at 11:00 AM UTC
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Red boys worth blood listen to the things they can’t hold in their hands like sun and color and the supposed shoes of a Cinderella girl who was really their sister and didn’t run away from them, just the angels in the front garden Burn the house Burn the garden Take the gut-punch Grab the slipper The watery grave she finds herself in- tears shed by parents over the rejection of a suitor The boys are only red because they faithfully cling to Cinderella’s heart. She gave it to them for safekeeping Oh the things that brothers find themselves holding past midnight.
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May 4, 2020
May 4, 2020 at 11:00 AM UTC
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