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Dear the great pains of my life at this moment August the third year 2007 at around two o'clock:

Dear 18 months:
I miss you dearly
we should play mario
and squeeze into the same
chair. for old times sake

Dear two chance:
thank you for forgiving me
part of me wants a third try
or at least a glance of your face.

Dear starlight:
Everytime i talk to you
i want to tell you that
you're beautiful but
i doubt my voice could get it right

Dear cuncle:
I don't want
to lay down more
water at the drop of your name
so I'll just say "fresh"
and we can both laugh at the
meaning that only you, I, and
18 months know.

Dear left arm:
I need to train you
not to reach out.
that body just isn't there.

Dear solstice:
I'm proud of you
I love you
I forgive you.

Dear reflection:
so close.
so very close.