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lan wangji
missives | encounters

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[weifinder]

I like the sound of your voice.

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Sentiment.

[weifinder]

Of which I have many for you.

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The inn keepers have their ballads. Perhaps, if Wei Ying is untroubled by an amateur's interpretation.

[weifinder]

I would like to have clear memory of you singing. Bring your ballads. You have my ears, and my affections.

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( The first clear @— )


...no. Cloud Recesses boasts many lullabies.

[weifinder]

I would prefer yours.

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That song bore ill omens.

[weifinder]

That song settled me. Let it settle you. Let go of what I didn't remember, for the sake of what I can.

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It is a song of longing.

[weifinder]

I want to hear the words.

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A child's shamelessness.



( Quite possibly embarrassed. )

[weifinder]

Only for you, Lan Zhan!

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The verses. My own. Shameless in innocence. Sentimental.

[weifinder]

I want your shameless sentiment, young and innocent, old and jaded. All of it, because it's yours.

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You will flush.

[weifinder]

Is that meant to be discouraging?

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It lacks refinement.

[weifinder]

Lan Zhan. Husband. He whom with I walk in step, as we learn.

I want your words. Your song. Your longing.

Refined or not.

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Wei Ying offers no concession of his own.

[weifinder]

Have you asked?

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Must I?

[weifinder]

That's in the telling of what you want, moment to moment.

Sing to me. Sleep with me. When there's less sand, sleep with me.

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Less sand, fewer spectators in vicinity.

[weifinder]

Yes, well, I'm not of a mind to make that a particular performance. Unless you are?