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I wish I could write you a verse every single day about anything or nothing at all, but my words are often like my breath, the way it stops when I think of you. I wish I could paint for you a picture week by week of all the colours, but no lines at all because they divide us from the sky and the sun and we want to be like they are, together. I wish I could sing to you a song right now without words or divisions. And it would go on forever like the sun and the sky and my breathlessness at the thought of you and I together. |