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Staff note: This is touching.
Our bodies carve
through the mist,
like the woods are carved
by worn trails.
...
Nothing hurts more than
a paper cut from a page
that contains a blade of
poetry.
your heart is swollen to make your breasts appear larger
and flowers have more colors, even the dying ones
and some mornings, you see him...
Letters anyone? If you’re interested click here.
Letters anyone? If you’re interested click here.
Letters anyone? If you’re interested click here.
Maybe I really am crazy - thinking about you all day, when all I am is ashes in your mind. I bet the last time you had a dream about me was months ago and mine was only last night. I dreamt that you were a pencil drawing, a stray asking for my help. I turned away, knowing I did not want too. I would be a fool for you in a heartbeat, if you wanted me to be. Maybe not.