last night and tonight i stopped again by spring hill to see his garden. i'm going to call it that now, because it inspires a little more hope than 'grave'. i don't always feel so sullen when i'm up there, and i like to think of him as a seed anyway. there is a street lamp that throws amber light in a swath directly over him, and no one else. it's
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My heart is absolutely yours, whenever you want it. The beat's a little irregular, but it's there, and it's for you.
I like that it's his garden now.
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