Hidden Dimples and Butterfly Wrists
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Last published Sun, Jan 21, 2018
"You found my dimples and gave me butterfly wrists."
Following a boy with stained pillows and cough riddled lungs exploring his relationship with a boy who possesses salty lips and shaky hands.
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