I couldn’t keep you, but will I see you again?
It is dark here, the sun doesn’t come up for me; 
polar night, but all year, anyways, how are you? 
Cancelled rendezvous, 
but you can still find me at the sea. 
Green-eyed because she says she meets you. 
Is this true? But you said you loved me more; 
and I’ve always loved you a lot more than she. 
I learned to make your tea, 
and woke up for you at four. 
Have you read my letters yet? 
They’ve been piling up since 2019,
but I am sure you must be very busy.
If you’re Eminem, I’m Stanley, 
and that will be the death of me. 
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