August 2011
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Once again, with depth
Cleaning my room,
I come across a poem
I wrote
a while ago.
About you.
I told you about it once, but you
never asked to see it.
I guess it was a little silly.
Reading it now,
a thought occurs
that I might never love anyone
as much as I love you.
cue the tears.