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How could my pen possibly capture this moment?
How could I touch the ink to the page and spell out
The pure joy that flows through my veins?
How could I possibly share with the world how
My worries flew out the windows we sat in front of
Monday night?
Guitar strings from the stereo danced on the
Shadows cast by the lopsided red candle, and
The stick-them-on-with-silly-putty stars that
Radiated green light on your ceiling...
How could I possibly take this moment and
Transform the tears of happiness welling in my throat
Into mere letters so everyone can understand the
Friendship we share?

I can't.



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