Undelivered 

So she wrote love letters That never reached She wrote till ink ran out Wrote until nibs wore out For the page was a heart, Stubborn, relentless, unceased. Bundled in some trunk Now her letters lie The perfume faded Ink dissipated Yellowed by a world, That one cannot rely. What remains of her letters I... Continue Reading →

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