| Dear Joshua Felix Chan
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| I remember the moment it began
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| You were playing frisbee shirtless
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| On the field across the lake
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| Next to the dumpster
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| And your skin glistened in the sunlight
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| All your moles, a constellation on your chest
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| Dear Joshua, when we frolic
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| I feel like—and not to be hyperbolic
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| But I feel like I could die of happiness
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| When I’m nestled in your hairless arms
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| We’re like Tristan and Isolde
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| Ancient lovers rotting desperately in the forest
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| Dear Joshua Felix Chan
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| It’s music when I hold your hand
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| I loved you from the moment
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| That I saw you, you’re my hero
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| I believe in you
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| There’s nothing you can’t do
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| You make a difference in the world
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| And you make all the difference in the world
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| To me |