three.

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closer.

petite legs criss crossed under the old cherry tree.

soft fingertips trailed upon rosy cheeks.

crowns exchanged each sunday, there was peace in the two.

demons lingered, beneath the sweet sorrow of the pain they both clasped tightly to their chests.

a day passed, sun came from behind the clouds, and a new light was brought out.

"harry. that is my name."

harry was small, harry was the lilac boy to louis, standing four feet eleven in blue overalls and black mary janes.

a new love appeared, very fast.

unsuspecting minds, fluttered nervously, butterflies grasping the walls of their insides.

every sunday they sat, the church bell rang.

6:00, run on home children.

they stayed till the sun set.

cherub always staying in his same spot long after the oldest had left.

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