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_{[It's scary how he yields at his own touch. Even scarier how he doesn't fight the words despite feeling the denial in his entire being.]

[He doesn't fight the kiss, either.]

[And when the flurry of birds disappear and the touch with them and he looks up into sunlight and cold empty air, he doesn't get up.]

[He can feel the tear tracks on his face.]}

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