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2title: Love Song
3genre: prose
4
5id: lovesong
6toc: "Love song"
7
8project:
9 title: Elegies for alternate selves
10 class: elegies
11 order: 15
12 prev:
13 - title: How it happened
14 link: howithappened
15 next:
16 - title: Rough gloves
17 link: roughgloves
18...
19
20Walking along in the dark is a good way to begin a song.
21Walking home in the dark after a long day chasing criminals is another.
22Running away from an imagined evil is no way to begin a story.
23
24I am telling you this because you wanted to know what it's like to tell [something so beautiful][] everyone will cry.
25I am telling you because I want you to know what it is to keep everything inside of you.
26I am telling you.
27
28Can you see?
29Can you see into me and reach in your hand and pull me inside out, like an [old shirt][]?
30Will you wear me until I unravel on your shoulders, will you cut me apart and use my skin to clean up the [cola you spill][] on the floor when you're drunk?
31
32I want you to know that I want you to know.
33Do you want me?
34To know is to know.
35[I, you want we.][]
36We want.
37That is why we're here.
38To want is to be is to want and I want you.
39Do you also?
40Check yes or no.
41
42There is a way to end every story, [every song][].
43Every criminal must be caught.
44Even those who cry dry their tears.
45I cannot tell you all I want because I want to tell you everything.
46[There is no art because there is no mirror big enough.][]
47We wake up every day.
48Sometimes we sleep.
49
50[old shirt]: ronaldmcdonald.html
51[every song]: swansong.html
52[something so beautiful]: window.html
53[cola you spill]: ex-machina.html
54[I, you want we.]: poetry-time.html
55[There is no art because there is no mirror big enough.]: hands.html