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  <title>to three boys:</title>
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  <description>1.&lt;br /&gt;Dignity?  I have none.  I am here for anyone if you don&apos;t take too much.&lt;br /&gt;And I don&apos;t really mind if you don&apos;t thank me&lt;br /&gt;for being literally a shoulder for you to literally lean on.&lt;br /&gt;But your hand on my waist&lt;br /&gt;is not your place.&lt;br /&gt;Brushing the hair from my face&lt;br /&gt;is not your place.&lt;br /&gt;There&apos;s a line you can&apos;t cross, but I&apos;m not sure you understand.  And I&apos;ve never been one to push people back.&lt;br /&gt;Don&apos;t take that step.  I already feel like I&apos;m hurtling down a well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;br /&gt;You&apos;re the reason I can&apos;t get out of bed in the morning.  You have no place in my life, but I want you anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;br /&gt;I clicked your name before I remembered how just seeing your photo makes light paper things flutter in my chest.  I&apos;ve never been able to resist your smile.  I&apos;ll probably never tell you that.  But if you call me that name again I might have to tell you what it means, because hearing the word and knowing it&apos;s empty mix me up until all I know is that I saw you first.</description>
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