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"Servitor of Earth," the little girl asked. "Why are your legs made of stone?"
"It is because I must hold steady in the face of danger," he replied.
"Servitor of Earth," the little girl asked. "Why are your arms made of stone?"
"It is because I must be strong to protect the weak," he replied.
"Servitor of Earth," the little girl asked. "Why is your chest made of stone?"
"It is because I must be hardy to shield the innocent," he replied.
"Servitor of Earth," the little girl asked. "Why is your face made of stone?"
"It is because I have no heart," he replied.
"It is because I must hold steady in the face of danger," he replied.
"Servitor of Earth," the little girl asked. "Why are your arms made of stone?"
"It is because I must be strong to protect the weak," he replied.
"Servitor of Earth," the little girl asked. "Why is your chest made of stone?"
"It is because I must be hardy to shield the innocent," he replied.
"Servitor of Earth," the little girl asked. "Why is your face made of stone?"
"It is because I have no heart," he replied.
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five people who mean a lot
a: thanks for teaching me how to laugh—sometimes it is nice to get lost in rolling laughter and hysterical giggles. around you i'm unconscious of worldly things as our jubilance brings me to greater heights and it becomes easier, and also desirable, to live in our moments.
c: your passion can ignite my sometimes dry-stick soul—and you know better than most that i'm not the kind that sits around the bonfire, but with you i'm reminded that there's more to life than the to-do list and i can relegate it to kindling as we roast marshmallows on its remains.
a: you've always had my back, my darling, and it can't be easy. i'm fairly heavy
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On preparing to never let go
Walking slowly down the hall, arms filled with the day's mail, we spoke of morbid things.
She wants to be reduced to ash and I want to know if I can keep her on my mantle.
She looks at me sideways with a curious face and forgets her footsteps.
It's a little bit morbid, she tells me, deciding it's time to continue shuffling along,
but I think the way I'm trying to picture her perfect urn is probably worse.
There's nothing that I can think of that suits her, though,
and I wonder if I even know her.
Do I scatter you somewhere? You can't visit scatter.
(I think good daughters plant guilt in the carpet pile to trip upon.)
But she doesn't trip,
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ambivalance
i will never be at peace
as you are
finally
because
i decided to live
even though it goes against every fiber of my being.
i miss you
i envy you
i hate you
but more than anything
i love you.
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"And because I'm a servitor of goddamned earth. All of me is made of stone."
He proceeded to lash her with a mighty backhand. That'll teach her to ask stupid questions.
He proceeded to lash her with a mighty backhand. That'll teach her to ask stupid questions.
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"Servitor of Earth," the little girl asked. "Why is your face made of stone?"
"So I can effectively headbutt people who annoy me," he replied.
But no, really, that last line is nice, because the cliche thing would be to have him have a heart made of stone. But to take the heart out of it completely somehow makes it a really nice parable.
"So I can effectively headbutt people who annoy me," he replied.
But no, really, that last line is nice, because the cliche thing would be to have him have a heart made of stone. But to take the heart out of it completely somehow makes it a really nice parable.