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Hidalgo’d greeted me with my son’s first rainbow and the “Grande’s” nearly drinkable, but I don’t; I simply listen to its whisper. So swept the moon and salt slightly right of hand, whilst chasing tequila, and a haunt avenged – hatred for the home I’ve fled and harbored, a fury for those that’d now intend her harm. Sure, my son’s safe, and he smiles. But the seconds make haste, when her feet pitter-patter and a village’s only swell, for so long, so long that swollen’s tempered. Tomorrow, I venture back, and the day after, I’d pray, pray that come Thursday, my baby and our baby, inebriated womb, would ride atop my back, free and never to fear again. Never to run again, never to cry again, and so birthed our smiles surrounded the table, echoed were the tales of how we’d achieved, “here” – Our promised land, “there,” upright, full, content, we’d talk about it every night, and it’s there. Come hell or high water, “it’s,” there, it really is, and come hell or high water, soon we’d make it, “here.”
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Sep 25, 2015
Sep 25, 2015 at 10:48 PM UTC
Covenant
Hidalgo’d greeted me with my son’s first rainbow and the “Grande’s” nearly drinkable, but I don’t; I simply listen to its whisper. So swept the moon and salt slightly right of hand, whilst chasing tequila, and a haunt avenged – hatred for the home I’ve fled and harbored, a fury for those that’d now intend her harm. Sure, my son’s safe, and he smiles. But the seconds make haste, when her feet pitter-patter and a village’s only swell, for so long, so long that swollen’s tempered. Tomorrow, I venture back, and the day after, I’d pray, pray that come Thursday, my baby and our baby, inebriated womb, would ride atop my back, free and never to fear again. Never to run again, never to cry again, and so birthed our smiles surrounded the table, echoed were the tales of how we’d achieved, “here” – Our promised land, “there,” upright, full, content, we’d talk about it every night, and it’s there. Come hell or high water, “it’s,” there, it really is, and come hell or high water, soon we’d make it, “here.”
I've never known fear like this. I've never known hope like this. And I never fought like I'm fighting now.
liam-c-calhoun
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Sep 25, 2015
Sep 25, 2015 at 10:48 PM UTC
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