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Father and Son
Aang sat with one of his boy twins in his lap one the edge on the Western Air Temple.His son name was Gyasto and it was his turn for some attention from dad.Gyasto giggled as Aang showed him some Airbending.Aang smiled too.A feather flied down and Aang used the air to send it forward.Gyasto reached for it,but it didn't work.Gyasto pouted.
"Aw,that's alright little one,the next one is yours," Aang said.Another feather came down.Aang didn't do anything,but when Gyasto grabbed for it,it went over the side.He pouted again.Aang chuckled."Ok,feathers aren't that good,"
Gyasto nodded very madly.
"Wanna see what mommy is doing," Aang got up.He put Gyasto on his neck.Gyasto slapped his head and traced his Arrow.
"Ow," Aang said.Gyasto kissed his forehead.
"Thank you,Gyasto.It feels much better," he said.Then Gya
may as well buy another packcollapse, and breathe into the carpet:
sunday mornings are not
for falling apart, but damn
the amphorics, this
is not an atmosphere.
you fell in love like you always
wish you didn't, made all their
smiles replaceable, interchangeable,
fell asleep with shadows and kept
drinking, just letting yourself sleep
with blue pills
and tried not to scream.
(keep this image in your head:
fire and nectarines, a sudden jerk
of realization, inspiration
breaking your neck and leaving you forever
breaking bones is not so different
from breaking hearts - it's all about
the leverage, the angle, the mode
(and at least it wasn't personal;
it can color in your own guilt
for starting lines and never ending
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