Love letter # 677

Desire is a mystery I do not pretend to understand. How is it that we can have such an obvious and emotional connection, and be so close, and yet you look right through me?

Once, I would have tried all manner of contortions to build a fire. Now I do not burn. Simply sigh, shed a single tear, and turn around.





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