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THE THINGS THAT I'VE LOVED
______THE THINGS THAT I'VE LOST




THE THINGS I'VE HELD SACRED
______________THAT I'VE DROPPED


_____ Ahren thought of a dozen things that night, staring up at the mountain. He thought of Chimera, of all the things he had done, of how he had burnt the church (and the cabin, and the car), of fighting his father, meeting Matinee, watching his children grow up, and eventually leaving. For it all he remained stoic, quiet and contemplating all that could have been. Perhaps one day he would have come to terms with things there. Perhaps he would have died quietly, an old man, or violently like his father. Instead he had been chased from a fire his own son had started (though he did not know this), and was now going to have to reinvent his world.
_____ Quite suddenly, Ahren began to laugh. He laughed boyishly, nearly hysterically, laughed until he had to sit on the road and then he laughed some more. Finally, he regained his composure. Still grinning, with his burnt hair sticking up wildly, he must have looked mad. “It wasn’t me…oh shit…you’re a fucking card, Jasper.”




I won't lie no more you can bet
I don't want to learn what I'll need to forget




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