The sun rises with purpose. Pull me. The soundless dawn brings me forward. Proclaim yourself my new light but don't come out before night falls on me. Bring this to bear. The hounds of love aren't hunting me, lost their scent on a boy who doesn't weep. Who doesn't weep? Who doesn't need? Who doesn't sleep? The hounds of love are on me.
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