One day I will disappear completely.
The letters will mean nothing.
The world will get tired of me.
You will get tired of me.
I will get tired of myself, and die.
But I will never get tired of you.
For you, there will be no endings.
I will say your name over and over
Then i’ll be a flower, the one you’ll never pick.
And will endure the breathless waiting till boundaries disappear
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