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Feb 16, 2010 04:08

I don't know if that was closure--the truest closing of a door.
But before you go, when that happens, I hope you know, I hope I tell you,
that I (still) love you. That I already accepted this, that you are always well.

It has been eight, ten years.

Listen, I am here with my palms open. I am waiting for the sound.
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