All I need is light. All I need is love. All I need are my shitty arms, and my slowest feats. All I need is the mess—you smeared over the couch, crumpled sandwiches at midnight, a train card stuck in my teeth. All I need is that hallway, that broke the door down, knuckles like knots in your hair.
—Ian William L.
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