Attaching hope and expectation to a needle and a string, and sewing something warm to hold all of this in.
It's so easy to say, but harder to feel like this. A boy without a home for so many years. A soldier strung up on marionette strings. Hang your halo around the moon on your way out of town.
I'm just an open flame and a body full of oxygen.
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