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I can see you through the treehouse window as you stand before the river, fist clenched. "What's in your hand, Brother?" "Sister, it is something so heavy, I fear it will drown if I open my clenched fist." I can see you through my phone camera as you slouch before the river, fist clenched. "What's in your hand, Brother?" "Sister, it is something so precious, I fear it will fly away if I open my clenched fist." I can see you through the nursery window as you hunch before the river, fist clenched. "What's in your hand, Brother?" "Sister, it is something still important, I fear it will be lost if I open my clenched fist." I can see you from my porch as you kneel before the river, fist clenched. "What's in your hand, Brother?" "Sister, it is something so forgotten, I fear it will disappear if I open my clenched fist." I can see you along the shore as you die before the river, fist clenched. "What's in your hand, Brother?" "Sister, it is something I should have let go so many years ago" I saw you as you opened your clenched fist before the river. A single pebble fell to the riverbed. "Brother, Death's claws did not **** you -- Cupid's arrow did."
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Aug 12, 2013
Aug 12, 2013 at 8:23 PM UTC
For Zachary: "Clenched Fist Before the River"
I can see you through the treehouse window as you stand before the river, fist clenched. "What's in your hand, Brother?" "Sister, it is something so heavy, I fear it will drown if I open my clenched fist." I can see you through my phone camera as you slouch before the river, fist clenched. "What's in your hand, Brother?" "Sister, it is something so precious, I fear it will fly away if I open my clenched fist." I can see you through the nursery window as you hunch before the river, fist clenched. "What's in your hand, Brother?" "Sister, it is something still important, I fear it will be lost if I open my clenched fist." I can see you from my porch as you kneel before the river, fist clenched. "What's in your hand, Brother?" "Sister, it is something so forgotten, I fear it will disappear if I open my clenched fist." I can see you along the shore as you die before the river, fist clenched. "What's in your hand, Brother?" "Sister, it is something I should have let go so many years ago" I saw you as you opened your clenched fist before the river. A single pebble fell to the riverbed. "Brother, Death's claws did not **** you -- Cupid's arrow did."
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Aug 12, 2013
Aug 12, 2013 at 8:23 PM UTC
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