Dear Gaia, I want to write you a poem. So tell me your story. Leave out no details. Cast me a web of lies. Entertain me. That's what we're all here for. Pictures are not necessary. Just tell me it all. It'll be a beautiful train wreck. I can't paint you a masterpiece. But words will carry us home. Tell me of your love. I shall return the favor. Converse with a stranger. It's nothing new. I'll tell you my name. If you tell me your fears. Lets fight together. I want to fictionalize your faith. So in me, confide. For I lack the ability to tell the difference. Be with us, here. It's safer than out there. I won't hear you scream. Unless you open your mouth. So, this is the point. Spill your lungs, onto my table.
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