If love wants you; if you've been melted down to stars, you will love with lungs and gills; with feathers and scales; wi — Anne Michaels
If love wants you; if you've been melted down to stars, you will love with lungs and gills; with feathers and scales; wi — Anne Michaels
If love wants you; if you've been melted down to stars, you will love with lungs and gills; with feathers and scales; wi — Anne Michaels
If love wants you; if you've been melted down to stars, you will love with lungs and gills; with feathers and scales; wi — Anne Michaels
If love wants you; if you've been melted down to stars, you will love with lungs and gills; with feathers and scales; wi — Anne Michaels
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If love wants you; if you've been melted down to stars, you will love with lungs and gills; with feathers and scales; with warm blood and cold.

— Anne Michaels
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