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For Corrin’s Little Brother He was the boy with weak knees jumping on a tight trampoline hoping to amplify the smell of summer in his shortened memory. The boy, who was grateful for his sister’s arms clutching him to her traveling body when his wilting form could not bounce alone into pale blue. She wrapped both of her adolescent limbs around him and fed him giggles until the day he was gone. Whenever she feels weightless she is with him. |
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