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We are vessels for. Weâre models of. We write the history books with teeth and tongue. We legislate. We prophesy. We promise weâll. We stole time from. You told me youâd. You said it was. You whispered it into my ear before you took. Iâve never seen. Iâve never felt. Iâve imagined what itâs to be my fatherâs greatest, my motherâs greatestâ¦love. But oâ my dear it doesnât seem so big now. This mountain feels more like a stone that I could grasp in the small of my hand and cast as you struggled and feigned to compose. Youâd wince when I winked and smile and think, heâs perfect and I played the fool. That little boy wept the day that I left and pawned all his insides for gold. We are vessels for. We are models of. We stole time from, You said it was. You wrapped yourself in sweet kerosene and said âgoodnight.â Oâ where are you now?