A really Bad Poem.

I think that life is for experience, Keir

I don’t want to stop you from living.

I just hope you remember

What you mean to me.

You’re more important than (John Green) books or nebulas,

More beautiful than classic-rock gods and indie stars.

I would choose you over my computer any day,

Over my paint and music and guitars.

I would choose you over all the bananas,

Over Alex Turner and Joshua Third combined,

Over all the shows on the BBC,

Even over Sherlock season 3.

The End

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