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the first time i went to see
your band you said, "well
now you know we're
nothing special" but god i
can't even tell you what
bubbled inside of me just
watching your fingers on
your banjo (something i
had only seen in your
living room until then) and
that little sway you do on
the slower songs rocks in
the background of my
quietest dreams. every
movement you make is
what i consider the most
special act on the planet.

You have filled
me up with
dust, and I
mean that in
the best way
possible. It's
the kind of
dust that you
blow off of
grandfather
clocks in the
basement of
antique malls,
the kind that
is wise and
has seen it
all (even us
sneaking a
kiss in the
corner), the
kind that
sticks
around.

today you squeezed my
arm the way i like
and said, "i miss
you all the
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help me i am
 
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from the way
you laugh to
the movement
of your hands
when you tell
a story. i do
not want to be
with anyone
else.