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Stood between a giant and a child bruised by fists with a blue line striped across his nose like a toothy kiss. Trying my best to protect a city boy from the ones I love with conflict rushing through my mind like a plastic drainpipe after a storm. I imagined if it were you being pulled by your arms toward the road across the ground. I'm sorry I ripped your jacket when I dragged you off him but I was and still am sure that it would have been harder to love you if you'd killed a man.
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Dec 1, 2013
Dec 1, 2013 at 4:06 PM UTC
You Said: "The Birds Aren't Singing, They're Marking Their Territory."
Stood between a giant and a child bruised by fists with a blue line striped across his nose like a toothy kiss. Trying my best to protect a city boy from the ones I love with conflict rushing through my mind like a plastic drainpipe after a storm. I imagined if it were you being pulled by your arms toward the road across the ground. I'm sorry I ripped your jacket when I dragged you off him but I was and still am sure that it would have been harder to love you if you'd killed a man.
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Dec 1, 2013
Dec 1, 2013 at 4:06 PM UTC
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