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One Day, You Will Die.
But Don’t Be Sad. Never Be Sad.
For I Think About You Often, And I Wait.
Do You Think About Me? I’d Like That.
See, I Have Always Been Here.
Waiting For The Moment You Notice.
Someday, Your Shadow Will Cast With Mine.
When That Day Comes, We Will Sit, Ear To Ear, Telling Stories Of Our Time.
We Will Lament The Ones We Lost; Those We Never Found.
But For Now, You Are Not Mine.
Not Yet.
For Now, I Hold You In A Dream.
Walk This Dream With Me.
This Empty Street.
Listen Close.
The Tip Of Your Heel Kisses The Concrete.
Your Soul Slips.
We Stop.
You Shiver.
Lost And Found, Together.
With One Sacred Breath, You Purse Your Lips And Whisper…

’Nice Ditties!’
See You Soon.
Death