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Memories Refound Chapter 1
Six held back a yawn as he looked at the evo teen. Rex stood in nothing but his boxers and a blanket wrapped around his shoulders. His body shook slightly and his eyes were downcast. He glanced up and gave a weak smile.
"Hey, Six. Can. . . can I come in?"
Six raised an eyebrow but stepped aside, letting the teenager in. The pure white door slid shut after him and the light flicked on. Rex stood in the middle of the room, arms and blanket shielding him. The younger of the two looked over at Six and smirked slightly, but it quickly dropped from his face. The agent looked down at himself. He wore a white t-shirt and green sweat pants. His ever present sunglasses had been put on before answering the door. What did the kid expect. He did not sleep in a suit. Six looked over at the clock. It was two in the morning. The kid had to wake him up now? He had been up till twelve.
Rex's voice broke Six out of his thoughts.
"I remembered. . . something. . . from before.
Memories Refound Chapter 2
Six rubbed circles in the small of Rex's back as he dry heaved into the white toilet. The evo had long ago emptied his stomach, but his body refused to stop. It gave great shudders as if trying to turn itself inside out. Tears were streaming down Rex's face as he sobbed. Finally his body stopped it's cramping and relaxed. Rex spat the porcelain bowl before sitting back.
"Feel well enough to go sit down?"
He nodded. Six flushed the toilet before helping the teen out of the bathroom and back over to Six's bed. Six disappeared for a second before reappearing with a wet washcloth and a glass of water. Rex took the wet cloth and wiped his mouth and face. The tears no longer flowed but his eyes were red and puffy. He drank the water and Six took the empty glass. The providence agent pulled back the green covers on his bed and scooted Rex under them.
"You can sleep here tonight, okay?"
Rex nodded and turned over to face the wall, curling up. Six sighed before turning away. Van Kleiss. He was
IowaIf you visit Iowa,
you'll call her fields empty,
but she wasn't born that way.
A part of her was carved out
when she was ripped between Virginia
and the purple mountains of New Mexico.
Her gold hair, she tore it out when she realized
it didn't make her a princess.
She laid her locks strung along every road
leading somewhere else.
White hairs on her cheeks
are scars from winter.
Her hair darkens with the dampness
of summer rains.
The storms are never silent,
but neither is life when there's a tear
in your childhood where
a parent ought to be.
I've been flooded by Iowa's sorrow.
The only way I can distract her from her own voided landscape
is if I hate myself harder than she cries.
She just wants to fly
and I want to bus or train,
not because I fear death, but because
I want to take living slow.
It's the only way I ever feel.
From the air it's hard to watch Earth's hips move.
But Earth can't compare to the country.
That's my girl.
Full grown even when harvesting season's j
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