my mind leaps with such frantic speed when i think of you.
forging favorite things about you into art with such desperation
as if i would forget why i love you.
happiness never left me much inspired
but now i have more words than i can contain;
all fighting for a place of honor amongst my poetry.
most begun cannot be finished
before another has begun
and once finished cannot be begun.

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