Dearest Taya, I know I may’ve bullied my way into your life more than by friends and acquintences

But mine flaws you don’t share, chair cumbersomeness you don’t have will never make me less find flaws not creating intolerance, but a callous against time and foggy memory won as I’ll never face that way for spite and but beat, heart and quarternote toward yours, remembering the glow today.

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