[ a few days after christmas, the doctor will find a small rolled up piece of paper, tied by simple string. it isn't signed with a name, but there's the lingering scent of cigarette smoke, along with the careful scribble of a poem: ]
Jagged lines like cracks in stone the man wields his age like a war torn Mirror But he beams with new teeth and strings of a Song giving water to desolate dirt and seeing the flowers stem up in a dance named Hope
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christmas delivery;
Date: 2021-12-23 08:55 pm (UTC)