he says your name out loud, in miniature rooms where no one's found; it's a desperate sound. you're on the distant shore! and he wants to tell you stories, stories of boys who stomped their feet, saying, "shut, shut up—I am dreaming of places where lovers have wings."

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come sun-down, let the neon lights wreck you entirely

come sun-down, let the neon lights wreck you entirely


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