I had a list of things for us to do but I never asked you so I never did them. Music went unheard, art unseen, places un... Went? Gone? Places I didn't go to, they stayed there while I stayed here looking at your name etched into the underneath of my table. But in my mind we heard that music, we danced to it, we talked about what that art meant to us. The real thing could never be as real as what's real in my head. Like the they don't show you the murder in a horror movie. Only I can't think of when anyone's tried to do a good version of that.
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