i'm unconcerned with what things look like
or how they appear--
even if you were a skeleton
i'd still love you, dear.
even if your flesh had shrivelled
up to the bone
i'd still hold you this close
i'd still call you my own.
so you see it doesn't matter,
not your form nor your face.
so don't even try
to leave me alone in this place--
because just with your presence
i'm so satisfied
that i really don't care
whether you're dead or alive.
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