The Biggest Prize in All of Christendom

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You are not "an object".

But you are something not me. That I can hold like an object.

I am fantasizing about giving you a "back from war" hug. From the work wife extras, as you're jumping up and waving high.

It's my newest phone background.

I put up your latest greatest moments on my cell and laptop.

Like save game points. Waypoints. You have gotten this far to happier/badder.

There's nothing you can't do with a camera. Except porn. I mean you can but ew.

Not you ew.

The business.

I like your casual costumes. So girl next cubicle.

You're so real.

You're like the girl I always thought existed, because I saw her in movies, but you're not acting.

Let's save each other.

We already are. But same room.


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