what would you do if i told you i loved you?
that these iron screams that wrench open my lungs,
looking for reasons not to run onto the rooftops through broken windows to you,
were endured so willingly?
made for you, by you, even.
so why can't you be here?
right now, next to me.
i sit and ponder weather you even realize this,
this reality of
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