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Love letter # 198
Everything is about the self, but the self is no longer enough. I guess that’s why I’m here, tallying up…
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Love letter # 181
I get through the days okay – busy, busy – but the nights. I come home to the quietness, to…
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Love letter # 254
A luscious first night of warm rain. Everything glistening. Music from bars. Couples. Random slivers of song, temporary, like insects…
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Love letter # 186
There are things we can never know. However, there is no doubt now. Tomorrow, next week, whenever – I cannot…
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Love letter # 112
Something has been re-arranged. The stars aren’t quite where they used to be. The order of things subtly shuffled. My…
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Love letter # 295
You were the love of my sadness, and we were the lachrymose twins. How my sorrow loved you; sought you…
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Love letter # 191
You were my vespertine angel, my melancholy queen, and I was your lone hero, fighting the darkness on your behalf.…
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Love letter # 120
It is not simply because you are 800 miles away that I miss you. Without you near I find I…
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Love letter # 312
It was one of the Bronte sisters: While I loved, and while I was loved, what an existence I enjoyed!…
