I thought it was you at the lights, G, and it worried me, because when i think of all weve been thru, together, thus far, and as i journey thru time trying to reach you, like an ever rising mountain peek, further away, while i, was trying to work out was it you i couldnt think of anything to say
what if i meet you one day, after all your portraits, put to page, after texting you every day, tho to the corporeal you, can think of nothing to say?
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