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Rachel Johnson Dec 2014
If I could write you a letter, it would be a mile long
And I would fill it with everything I meant to say
Every love note I had saved for a later date combined into one
Because that later date came all too soon and your love has expired and I need you to know these things:
i. I love you. I love you with every fiber and nerve and cell in my
   bruised and scarred body, and nothing will change the longing I have
   for the comfort of your arms.
ii. I regret nothing. And you know what I'm talking about, and I'm  
    telling you now that I regret nothing. I was loved and I would not
    change a thing. You set me free.
iii. You are human. You will royally **** up just like everyone else.
     That's okay. You don't have to save everyone. Save yourself.
vi. No matter what, I care.
Rachel Johnson Dec 2014
Volumes of poetry line the shelves
But no words can compare to those you fumble over
As you kiss me goodnight

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