SimonTheBrave

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Pushing Fatima It was fall then. and snow had just begun to sweep the street lights, the waves at Edgewater Park opened to swallow the stone walls, the ones we used to jump between after church. Inside, we passed notes between compacts, which the Sr. Marion warned would steal our souls: the 7th deadly sin. Here I saw you, decorated by some ancient priest, in a respectable dress, one that was years old. Your fingers curled around the third decade From a classroom I could see your lips moving in a stiff struggle of dust, pealing shades of blue and white. I smiled because you reminded me of the zombie movies we used to w