you wanted me to make a story of you.
you sensed that if you played your cards right –
if you instilled the faintest sense of hope
and took it away overnight –
i would write you into immortality.
you sensed all that i had to give
and thought this meant eventual eternity for you,
that i would spin a yarn
these fibers are dynamic.
i spun, cried a story
about, of you
but i will now weave together a poem
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