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Reminders
He stirs me in his sleep, like a boy begging for his mother, dreaming, quickly, feverishly.I like it here, when the light bends against the wall. From here, I can hear the sea moving outside. Tidal, ferocious, full moon and weeping hearts. I hear it all.
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