I’d crawl up in your memory and die there if I knew for sure that I would never have to leave. I’d braid my hair with yours and live with the aftermath of always sharing a shadow. I’d marry your daughter if you were 20 years older. And I’d lie down on your grave if you were gone – lie and wait – a million sunsets if I had to, until I see your smile again.
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