Take another hour, lift again neat figures bristling in childhood frames. Hold them up to the light, extend limbs. Trace veins back to organs, back to essence. This is not your blood, untethered redness. Hot life in bluster.
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A rollercoaster of rage-crying emotion sure to send you over the edge if you're not careful. Gotta love Old Gray and all the emo ragers they write for us. Mikey