The lawn drowned, the sky on fire,the gold light falling backwards through the glassof every room. I'll give you my heart to make a placefor it to happen, evidence of a love that transcends hunger.Is that too much to expect? That I would name the starsfor you? That I would take you there?

-Richard Siken

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