Remember that time you made the wish?
I make a lot of wishes.
The time I lied to you
about the butterfly. I always wondered
what you wished for.
What do you think I wished for?
I don’t know. That I’d come back,
that we’d somehow be together in the end.
I wished for what I always wish for.
I wished for another poem.
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