FREE LOVE LETTERS

Month: December 2010

  • Love letter # 99

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    by

    Paul Ransom
    in ,

    My friends think I’m mad. Really, I’m just stripped. All the bullshit layers have been blasted away. All the smug, self satisfied, posturing has been shown to be a lie. My so called strength – it was just the bravado of weakness. There was a castle wall; it is now rubble. When you looked at…

  • Love letter # 9

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    by

    Paul Ransom
    in ,

    Someone lit a match, brought a flame to life. Was it you? Tell me how to interpret this, for I have lost my reason. It vanished in your proximity. Those eyes, that mouth. The curve of you. God, I can still smell you – I stole these atoms from your breath and scurried off. And…