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Love Letter

March 7, 2010

Ink
stains fingers,
somehow leaving
blank page
waiting
for a greeting,
a thought,
strained words,
too proper,
guarded,
measured
and weighed,
into something
that can never
reach, touch,
steal
your heart.

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2 comments

  1. i. love. this.


    • Why thank you :)



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