Come to me with your lips and lightning bolts, your stray-dog insight and orphaned smile. Come to me with your fog-sullen secrets, remembered sleeping dreams, and unconquered demons. Bring every last part of you and place it next to what is mine. Then let us sing, let us be silent. Let us shed old skins, and let us burn like the stars that bind themselves faithfully to night.
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