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i have a story in my back pocket. open my memory, heart, locket. sleeping bags strewn over a gym floor hall. people are playing wall-kick-volleyball. we go outside where they are playing hacky sack heart and soul. its dark the school has swallowed them whole! wandering in and out of faces but only caring about one. whose smile mattered brighter than the sun. we're not the children that we were. see i'm with him and soon you'll be with her. alive, the fires in your eyes see more than they will tell. see fires don't do talking very well. words will burn and die and know; the world is bigger than the two of us will go. alive: i cannot explain it so i will call it magic.