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David LevithanI feel such a tenderness for these vulnerable nighttime conversations, the way words take a different shape in the air when there's no light in the room.
David LevithanI barely notice colors unless I taste them. Not the yellows or the greens. I taste the deeper blues. The darker reds.
David Levithan