Please come home soon, to the place where you belong.
You wanna' know a secret? I print them out. all of them.
I fold them in half. once, twice, three times.
I put them in a box. It's hidden, thick in the corner.
I'll keep them. I'll keep you.
I write you things all the time.
I put them in a book.
I keep them. I keep you.
I have only seen them,
And nobody else ever will.
They're mine, as you are mine.
Private and personal and special.
Sloppy handwriting ensues.
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