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Jan 2015
You were always so critical of yourself.

You hated your legs and called them sticks but to me they were a forest I'd like to soon get lost in.

You likened your love to a candle but this candle was my sun.

You said your voice was a soft purr but to me it was a roar that was heard on every ******* frequency from dogs to whales.

In truth we are nothing, nothing but buzzing among the endless sounds of the macrocosmos. But to one you are everything and that was all that mattered.
wuuuuuuut
Sol
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