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6 Dead, 4 Wounded, And One On The Way

Leukemia boys and Leukemia girls wave in hospital volunteers, as the angels wave them away. What is love? Beyond an overpriced ambulance ride, and an unnecessary hospital stay? The most beautiful things: summer sweat, and Rome after rain. Inside, a child draws a yellow sun with trembling fingers. The IV, taped down like it’s trying to hold him there. Forced positivity. A heart full of apathy. I see that same world you try to see with substance sober, and I’ll be the first to tell you— it isn’t a blessing. God has a hand-grenade smile, and it’s hard to find the grace in that. There’s 6 dead, 4 wounded, and one on the way. What an unimpressive collection.

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