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1975

He sings his songs over and over. Every time I hear them I know him deeper than I ever could have imagined. At the same time, I don’t know him at all. I’ve never been close enough to his face to see his lips and teeth. How could I, I’m too sick to leave my town and he’s in a new one every week. He lives my dreams while I dream them sick in bed. I strive to know him deeper. Its like knowing myself. Myself with out the burden of life. Just to know him. Oh my heart. Even to just say hello. To say goodbye is to be unimaginably satisfied. Instead of inconceivably empty.

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