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"The time with you was perfect.
Never boring. Never wasted.
You were always the same.
Intense and beautiful.
I would look at you, as we sat in places.
You awed me with your sheer presence.
When I was away from you, I would stare at your picture endlessly.
Something, you never got a chance to find out.
Something, you’ll never know.
I would have done anything for you.
Knowing that it all could have been used against me.
I know what happens when you do that even a little.
I have the scars.
For you I would have pulled sunlight from thin air, and lifted the cryptons from your life.
I loved you so.
It’s tragic at this point. It’s like an ongoing funeral.
You’re out there somewhere,
And sometimes I feel myself dying slow knowing that you’re alive somewhere, and someone else is smelling your hair and touching your neck.
You know how those barbed, and clawed nights can pass.
They rip the meat right off your back.
Send you into a corner, and leave you with enough of your senses to realize, you’ll live to see another hammering night
"I have so much to tell you, the problem isn’t that I’m running out of time, I’m running out of room, this book is filling up, there couldn’t be enough pages, I looked around the apartment this morning for one last time and there was writing everywhere, filling the walls and mirrors, I rolled up the rugs so I could write on the floors, I’d written on the windows and around the bottles of wine we were given but never drank, I only wore short sleeves, even when it’s cold, because my arms are books too. But there’s too much to express. I’m sorry."
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