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"Dear John"
You are my everything.
I see you glisten under fluorescent lights.
You are crisp. Rich. Filling.
I think back to when I met you.
You were given to me. I gave very little in return.
I almost don't want you
not because you are bad for me
but because I don't deserve you.
Where did you come from?
The ocean?
The kitchen?
You are of two worlds, which I cannot hope to understand.
I can only hope to appreciate you for what you are:
Fried fish.
Fried chicken.
Fried shrimp.
Hushpuppies.
Chips.
Coleslaw.
My everything.
You are my everything.
You are my everything.
You are my everything.
You are my everything.
You are my everything.
You are my everything.
You are my everything.
You are my everything.
You are my everything.
You are my everything.
You are my everything.
You are my everything.
You are my everything.
You are my everything.
You are my everything.
You are my everything.
You are my everything.
You are my everything.
You are my everything.
You are my everything.
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- TL
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