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if living were a shirt, you'd be size large and i would be an extra-small, strangled by my own attire, because i spend my time walking downtown feeling smaller and smaller every day. if ever i had the chance to hear ten thousand abbey-monks singing in perfect harmony, i would still be stubborn enough to say you are more divine. you are the start, the in-between, and the ever-after of the most destructive and beautiful storms to grace the surface of my world; every time you walk away you leave behind everything, everything, all the evidence that it will surely rain again. but i do not deserve to dance in such