SammiTammiUammiVammiWammiXammi.
Love.
I forgive you, my dear.
You have indeed.
And I miss you
so (etc.)
very much.
It seems you are though,
yes.
Not nearly like you.
Sometimes many people say that
but its what I do.
Sometimes...
that is impossible.
So many people do, I hear.
Yes.
Everything and nothing.
Art.
I don't worry about such things.
Art. And sometimes friends.
The world and its pleasures.
Reality is a relative existence that has no meaning but to the beholder.
I adore you.
Likely an eagle, king of the skies and free above all other creatures.
I love big thoughts.
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