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So my good friend Alvin edited this poem for me cause he's an amazing person and all. Anyhow, I took his edit and edited it again myself... this is what became of it!

I’m here, staying and celebrating!
Thought that I would disappear,
A train pulling away from the station.
Become that small speck
Before finally vanishing
From this world.
But I’m not
No, I’m not

My train is only pulling around the corner
Before it returns to this station.
Just a shuttle to the desert and back
To my New Brunswick.

You can wave your white handkerchief
As I pull around the corner;
To me it’s white for purity
Not the known defeat.

I am reborn with you
Like the moth leaving the stale cocoon.
Drying in the summer morning, its wings
Yes, it may fly into the burning flame
of a candle or fluorescent light.
But that’s okay;
A hard cocoon is uncomfortable and lonely.
And burning only means you tried
To find some never-ending warmth.

And you are so good -
So good to me.