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James Long
Feb 29, 2024
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I love those things about you

She said

And how could I reply?

Just to shatter something good with my own hands

But still, I fear

your love is one of distance

As one may love a sunset or the past

And I will die as stars

Untouched, unknown

long after the fact

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