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<p>He was.</p> <p>From the moment he could hear, the air'd sang songs in his ear,</p> <p>From the moment he could taste, the tang of fresh honeydew spread on his tongue every new dawn.</p> <p>Every motherly caress came loaded with the sting of silver and sleep embraced him with the echoes of swan sonnets from beasts he'd never-not seen.</p> <p>He knew the fierce, wild dance of freedom that vibrated out his bones.</p> <p>Flesh, was not nearly as free.</p> <p>Odd.</p> <p>Was he not... always, flesh?</p> <p>________________________________________</p> <p>Something was always off about her son. He cried too little. His eyes were too bright. He moved a bit too fast. But he was a good kid. Never gave her too much trouble. A right bundle of joy when he was ready.</p> <p>"Can I eat dad?"</p> <p>A little odd, to be sure.</p>
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