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Love letter # 467
In clear headed moments I know you no longer think of me as I still think of you; and I…
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Love letter # 477
They don’t have to know the truth – just something they can believe that will make them leave us alone.
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Now that I am here at last…
…I am in awe of you once more, for you have saved me again. From that which, until this afternoon,…
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Love letter # 862
When you moved away, you took the world with you. A gutted replica remained. The outline of something, nearly nothing.…
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Love letter # 517
For what have I yielded? For what airs have I thrown up shutters to inrush? What hath impelled me to…
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From afar
I have seen you from afar Across impossible distance The space between vision I noted tiny details From the vantage…
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Love letter # 465
How much evidence is required before bold declarations are broadcast? How long to wait before saying aloud that which is…
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Love letter # 474
The once tangible force of your presence has become a kind of archaeology. Fossilised remains. Dead pictures, pressed flat by…
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Le retour du printemps
…Then they were in their spring, their bright emergent hope. Girls. Boys. Budding into sex and fumbling, tender belief. On…
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Love letter # 698
Most people are like neutrinos. They pass through you without effect, nary a ripple on the surface. This is not…
