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(1996)

And you knew I needed to not let go. Breaking down again from a little wind, in so distant a blood-sewn sail picking up my face like broken wood. Lots of deep breaths. I know you need. You have so much to be feeling in your heart.

Seeing through trees with you, five hundred nights that spell your name. Just sleeping so softly with warm and cold, I lost everything just to be able to see you. Red leather musk owns whole parts of the world, but so much is black or wrapped up inside you. End this, end, looking around in white embers fighting for scarification or an embrace. Every part of you is the center and your touch crushes. Anyplace you want this Milky Way.

Cry for the lost anger? Dying, in blacktop aisles of maybe only one shared day. Please make this the last time. Besides this is only for you, your decisions are intricate, or some maybe simple, and wonderful in no one. No one will hurt you with your new eyes, but all of my kisses hurt, why can’t they melt you?

Oh my god Becca, you hang outside the windows I’ve touched when they were all cold with the midnight cracks and stairs and branches and scented sky, but in huge rippling constellations I’m in love with. I sat a while I smiled that it destroys the saddest ways you hide. And only right now — do you understand, because only if you want any of this — silenced plums strangled with very sweet, another rising and clenching all around any unbelievable light, if you were in it too...

Blue bent my hand and windy all over again. You don’t even need to have me. But inside I sing. Always be loved.