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I'm really out of practice with writing holy god.
Anyways...
Summary: A little poem about Remus after James and Lily's death-featuring implied wolfstar and a lot of angst...
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•after you left i sat on the curb and•
•imagined the tracks of mud that your bike tires had made•
•fading from the road along with the blood you had shed•
•just last tuesday when the pages of a book had been sharper than knives and needles•
•before the storm where children walked with veiled faces and•
•the blanket of darkness was pierced with bright green and we saw•
•the remnants of our last game bright against the peeling wallpaper of a room that had just started to feel like home•
•before the explosion of words and the laughter of a heartbroken man filled the shocked silence of people who•
•couldn't know what they had seen•
•before the chains and the locks and the rain•
•when you bled i watched the crimson beads just as i watched the road and•
•didn't look up because•
•if i did i would have cursed the sky for being pretty and filling itself with clouds when all i could feel inside was•
•chocolate and loneliness•