The pencil is mightier than the heart
Dear Soren,
In my hand you make me a universe.
You dive me into my world to be lost
Giving me power to create and destroy.
Until I wither you down and you're fully destroyed.
When you were here you gave me the answers to equations and meanings of the universe.
Now I miss you. For, you are forever lost.
But, fear not. For, I shall not let you be lost.
In my heart you were still here and never destroyed.
For, there are more of you in this universe.
But none are the same as you, the one I lost, who helped and hurt to create and destroy my many universes.
Sincerely,
DG
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