I remember when you used to write
When I was a character pasted on your pages
When I was cluttered with beautiful words
I wore adjectives like scarves
Protecting me from the harsh white snowy paper
And the buzzing screen of an old PC at 2 a.m.
It was then you’d spy on me
And undress me from my garments
Have me try on different clothes
Painting me in a way
That best suited your prose
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