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I stitch to make a song of you
when words are tired
and my mind is a campfire.

I listen for the tale of you
with handmade motives
and sprigs of color.

I write to make the most of you
with inked ambitions
in the morning’s day.

To love you
is to make art of you.

There is no other way.

 

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