Im going to trace all the parts of you I remember with the finger of my mind until I have an outline. Until I have a figure I recognize. And then I'll cry and pick up my shovel and my plastic castle and bury you in some sandy corner of my mind. And I'll draw some imaginary line that I'll never let myself cross in the sunshine. I'll probably say I forgot all about it but have the map tattooed on my forearm. I'm crazy about you like that.
~Beth~
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