here lies a marker, Made of Stone, chiseled meticulously by various letters, one is just as much of Love as the other, I call each of them love letters, A to Z even the greater than sign and a 3, they're lovely thank you, I've picked them almost as one would the most delicate flowers, if one had the heart to pick Wild Things, I could go on but I am one of them, and in the wind waiting for your kisses was I, the few that you blew and went wayward as we, I don't have it in me to bring it to closure, press send and make tea 
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