Leaning tall against the bar, to me his outline is brighter than any suspended halo. My eyes dance like two black balloons.
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But I can't say that aloud; I can't tell anyone that I have been waiting for this all my life and that being chosen to wait is the reason I can. If I were able I'd say it. Say make me, remake me. You are free to do it and I am free to let you because look, look. Look where your hands are. Now.
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