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what you’ve always been
And when this snot nosed kid
Faces you in hell,
Will you open your mouth?
Will you finally see him
As someone not too different
From yourself?
He’s going to spit at your feet,
And push the air
Out of your lungs,
But you’re still going to give him
A tissue.
You’re still going to tell him
To blow his nose,
To wipe his eyes.
And he will.
He’s going to yell at you
Until you go deaf
Or until his voice grows hoarse.
And when he’s done,
When you’re not looking,
Or when you refuse to look,
He’ll take the tissue out of his pocket
And somehow find a way
To love you still.