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So it is that my hours
and countless moments of fantasy
culminate here, in the
last page of my blue notebook.
Kisses, one after another,
for the one or two times
you smile each week.
Where will your smiles go
from here? Who will write
of your beauty when I've gone?
Someone should.
Someone should grab
a blue notebook and write how
amazing these peaks are to behold.
Yet I, your most loyal
surely will be forgotten
for a more impressive group of letters.