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To your fears... |
7-10-23 You had long, dark curls. The kind the gods would twirl their pencils in before drawing the rest of you. We could sit in silence for hours, murmuring our thoughts with fingers roaming in all directions. We can't take that back. I tried to stumble but I fell. Instead of picking me up you walked away. I can't take that back. I tried. Now I'm just a pin in your map, but to me you were the globe of everything. |