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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
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Feb 9, 2018
Feb 9, 2018 at 11:23 PM UTC
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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
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Feb 9, 2018
Feb 9, 2018 at 11:23 PM UTC
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