My future love,
You carry my anonymous misery. This factual feeling is all I have. I never once knew anything in my entire life. I wear nothing and make up nothing.
Are you gravity’s child? Does the ground call you or does the sky oppress you? I’m a devotional monolith, as obstinate as a tree’s trunk, and splendidly incurable.
I miss you
And love you
And can’t wait to see you
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