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i draw you over and over in my memory. you become larger and clearer for me the further you are from me. you are more perfect to me now than when we were near each other. i've woven an unfinished tapestry of you in my mind and this is how i will remember you. the less i remember, the more my imagination makes me remember what i want to and leave out what i do not want to recall. i cover the warp threads of truth with the beautiful silver and gold weft threads of my imagination. i am almost finished weaving you into a perfect image. i will hang you in a dark room and admire you as you collect dust.