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And I see her bent over a notebook staring hard past her words,
feels like most of the time, I'm only somewhat there,

So I might whine about the distance or write up some new fiction,
Hope for some condolences while she draws idly,

She says to "enjoy my little misfires," and "the fact that I'm alive,"
- I'm sketching dramatics into every line.