She wraps her arms around me and speaks in my ear. Words just for me--the poetry of --to keep me warm in the cold. With them she turns me back from ash and nothing into flesh and blood.
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The most reckless thing of all.
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Love has different shades. Like the way I loved Cassia when I thought she'd never love me. The way I loved her on the Hill. The way I love her now that she came into the canyon for me. It's different. Deeper. I thought I loved her and wanted her before, but as we walk through the canyon together I realize this could be more than a new shade. A whole new color.
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I'll go over again and again until I've finally crossed to where he is
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And it is strange that absence can feel like presence.
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