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You've made me laugh so well

I felt alive

Then I felt like crying when I

thought that you were criticizing

my way of painting sharks in people's minds

But then you helped me hold the easel

and you smiled

I'm glad this summer lent you wings to fly across the sea

i still can't help but languish

when I'm working all alone with me &

when you finally came back, your strength lifted everything; It's strange, but when you're here, I feel like believing...

i know every moment i've spent near you, i've been leaving slowly

i know it'd be presumptuous for me to think i really know you & i

won't ask that you rent storage space for my ghost in your memory

or anything ridiculous like that

 

 

 

There's just one thing... or several things... I will ask you -- (please -- for me?) -- always to remember...

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