A boy in ripped sneakers sits by the creek with the taste of copper in his mouth. He says, / will always be afraid. but marigolds grow along the bank, orange as new stars. And there is no greater truth than the truth that he will grow to be just as achingly bright too. Damp sheets dancing as they hang on laundry lines. https://free-palestine.carrd.co/
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Head in the Wall.
Villain and violent, infant and innocent. Baby, both arms cradle you now.
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