Meeting You
I have never wanted to give someone a standing ovation until I met you, until I heard the six-string orchestra that is the spirit of your backbone, until I investigated the fingerprints others had left under your eyelids, until I met the ghosts you were sleeping with, until I discovered the scars in places you can't even talk about, yes, you make me feel like applause.
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