many things haunt me. mistakes i have made, sins i have committed. acts and sins committed against me. i am aware of many scars, and will ever be, though the pain from most of them has faded away.
your impression upon me is one of the few ghosts that will hurt in a good way. the beauty of your harmony will remain sharp enough to cut me for a very long time... a song i wrote but never sang.
if i ever again experience a beauty comparable to yours, i will sell all i have to buy the field in which i find it.
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