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Stefan Salvatore | Shirtless
Even in our deaths, you only feel shame?
She’s breathing quiet and smooth.
He’s gasping for air.
—Brand New by Sic Transit
He could build a city. Has a certain capacity. There’s a niche in his chest
where a heart would fit perfectly
and he thinks if he could just maneuver one into place—
well then, game over.
- Richard Siken, “Road Music”