Dear Emily Dickinson

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Do you find me beautiful? Do you still want me around? It's hard to read your thoughts when I fall asleep next to myself You gave me Emily, I gave you movie screens Asked you to marry me I wasn't thinking clearly I'm not a martyr I'm not a saint I never said that I was perfect, never said you were to blame I wrote you poetry about the way we kissed I guess it's been a while I just write grocery lists Can you please get these things on your way from work? I wanna cook us dinner and make love afterward I'm not a martyr I'm not a saint I never said that I was perfect, never said you were to blame "When that which is And that which was Apart, intrinsic, stand" I'm still loving you the same