Winslow

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and I've asked myself a million times  
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why didn't just take my sisters and nine 
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and all of the hate we leave behind 
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and all those bottle tears in leaves but 
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remove the velvet from between her vertebrae 
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and all the holes lead deep inside the 
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sincerely smoldering in her misery 
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slipping from her stomach when she cried 

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all that we hold holding and then this 
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will slip away or slowly die 
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melt between us all over the pavement 
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all shivering and sweating and breathing 
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though it makes it at the always happen (?) 
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hovering the trees with lights 
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and all the arms that have swung around me  
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like a robins nest with eggs inside of 
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now we go off in search of kindness 
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through a life willing and beautiful 
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we know we can't take others with us 
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though a comment on how it feels just like a brother