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between us stretches five hundred and seventy two thousand dotted yellow lines

four hundred and eighty eight diners

more broken hearts that i can count

three color streaked mornings followed by 25 hour days moving west.

my dear friend, what i would give to make all the lines and hearts disappear

just to sit in your company

share pillows

try and figure out what the hell is going on.

tomorrow morning the darkness will be taken

cheesecake will still taste as sweet

music will still find rest in your soul

and i will love you just the same if not more as i already do.

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