SHE:
Who even is
this guy (after all, nobody
wanted to
find him) given
the circumstances
under which
you were:
looking for the
best
kind of
man.
HE:
You were molten
(shortly before
hardening). You
silently descended,
a mild quickening,
then we set as
a shrill stone.
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