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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“I dreamt of a fever, one that would cure me of this cold, winter-set heart. With heat to melt these frozen tears, burned with reasons as to carry on—”

“I dreamt of a fever, one that would cure me of this cold, winter-set heart. With heat to melt these frozen tears, burned with reasons as to carry on—”


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