He doesn't know how to frame even half of the chaos making words hard right now. Cool, slim forelegs reach up to cling to Jedao's neck while he keeps his face hidden against his father's skin.
"what is the name of a place that everyone can see is burning...but no one can feel the effects of the smoke...or the heat of the flames...except the place...& the place is not a place but a person...& that person is the i in my poems...only it's my real life body that aches...& isn't that love...not being able to see the explosion...because you are the one holding the bomb...& the bomb is also you."
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He doesn't know how to frame even half of the chaos making words hard right now. Cool, slim forelegs reach up to cling to Jedao's neck while he keeps his face hidden against his father's skin.
"what is the name of a place that everyone can see is burning...but no one can feel the effects of the smoke...or the heat of the flames...except the place...& the place is not a place but a person...& that person is the i in my poems...only it's my real life body that aches...& isn't that love...not being able to see the explosion...because you are the one holding the bomb...& the bomb is also you."