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To Satan, With Love


Its been a long road for us.

Every curve has came like an expected kiss

Timed, measure, thought out

Yet I find the best kisses are the unexpected ones 

I've walked this road many times in my short life 

I've see many men to shadow my journey

Yet as this curve comes inevetible slow 

I stop to look at your face one more time 

To remind myself the curve is just a road

Not a roller coaster that scares the shit out of me 

I look at you and remeber in that all I do

I do it because I have you

You who supports my drastic changes

You who listens to me all night after a long day of work

You  who reminds me everyday in some way, I am beautiful 

You who ensures me this curve in our road is just that...a curve

Something slow, built with time and measured thought 

In the choas that has been my year, I am thankful most for you.

I love you Dylan.

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