I came up with a new reason to wrote your name today.
I plagiarized each letter from a love note you wrote me.
The scent of ink was sacred to me. 
In that relapsed moment...for a minute I could pretend, the paper reminded me of your skin; I could pretend the glimmering ink was the moonlit lake of our summer night.
But the pretending crumpled with paper and threw us into the trash can, for the bridge between us is long burned and it's time I accept that.

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