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it.” The boy's smile fell, and he paused to think about it. He weighed that if he gave his kidney to his already sickly father, he in turn would be weak and cautious with the way he lives. But if he didn’t give his father his kidney his father would die and his mother would be disappointed. What if his mother leaves him too?
“You won’t do it? Without your kidney, your father could die!” his mother roars. “I’ll do it mother! I will.” His mother leapt with glee as she hugged not her son but her husband.
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THE MOVER's to the me of yesterday
I sat across the stony ground Where a square of pebbles lay It is caked in dust and but a mound — Freshly dug, yet somber and gray
And I know That no flowers shall spring from this grave. There will be no roses, only the grief I tow, When its shadow stretches in the light of day
But I see the rocks and the ants kowtow Amidst the gaps in the rustling leaves, I dream that the dust is her touch, the wind is her howl To try and ignore the gnaw of despair, the abyss.
I sniffle. I cry. I wish: To cradle her by the arms And swing her into dance. To bring her to the lands Where the grass grows sylvan;
To beyond the sprawling weeds Across a bed of violets, lavender-sweet; To carry a fragrance of memory that is not regret or despondency.
Yet There is nothing left But the sweet stillness of the morn. The me of yesterday that I had once known, Has simply become no more.
So I let my old arms creak forward Towards the apex of the barrow
And began to dance alone To remember; Oh, to remember
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