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well, you told me i was sunshine

and i told you i was sewage and slime

you said that i was a universal transmitter of love

you said "you are like a bleeding sharpie"

i was confused at that last one

but professed that no; i was a black hole

that soaked up rays of sunshine

and the blood of many sharpies

with unquestionable gravity powers

i crushed the light, it all became night

you tried to explain to me how pretty

sharpies were when you pressed them hard

and they bled out on the page like nothing's left

but i refused to believe

"there was nothing in the first place

life is nothing"

so you asked me what was wrong

and i told you my heart was melting

warm, i could feel it dripping and slipping

you said be happy, and i agree,

i'll be there in a few days. maybe

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