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Hyacinth is He, Understanding is Me [1]
The bedsheets laid undisturbed beside me that night. Once in a while, the wind would rattle off percussive rhythms against the shutters of my room, but it was never him. ...
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"My Mother Says I'm Guilty"
When writing about a beautiful shadow, Companionship finds me hugging myself. My knees will then buckle. My sanity will falter, But that's why I called him in the first place: ...