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The Four Bronze Band
One day, after school, my older brother, Nat, sat me down and told me a story. -
Flower Vase
When we hold hands
we notice our heartbeats
dont match anymore
it has been 2 years
and we have gotten nowhere
treading in place for a while now
and the future was dimming
you moved in to spark us up a bit -
Vermont One
Lights are flashing. Sirens are sounding. Screams echo in the distance. My dad is bent over the steering wheel. My mom is crying, holding Liz’s hand. I sit in shock, staring out the window. The clouds are red, debris falling from the sky.