At the end of the world I'll be writing
alone as always, penning the Great Novel
hoping it's what matters most
"Here I Am", I'll say to the dark,
and I'll rest easy knowing that even if
the pages burn to cinder, the words
are eternal. As they always have been.
My Love:
I must apologize.
The infinite potential of what you are
is marred only by my dreams
of the infinite people
you are not.
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