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Feb 2018
to my little brother:
my hands have rested
on plenty of backs and
never knew the
way a spine could feel like a
hundred mountains,
carrying me home,
until i was
smothering vicks
vaporub
when you got
the flu
he is five years old and i love him with my whole heart
Written by
nxch
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