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  • I'd say it was the girl detective; the magazine idols whose posters lined my walls; the sweet black dog who ran on gravel roads. I'd believe it was the camp counselor; the first one I kissed; every pair of arms that held me while I slept. Each heady rush.


    When I stop and call out in/to the silence of my heart, the voice that echoes back belongs to you.
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