The Letter Writer
i am the infinite letter-writer
the words that bleed, they toss and tease,
kissing card stock pages.
and they flow, they flow like destiny
melted paper feelings that rush out
aching to meet their creator,
the spinner of verbs.
i am the infinite letter-writer
the words that bleed, they toss and tease,
kissing card stock pages.
and they flow, they flow like destiny
melted paper feelings that rush out
aching to meet their creator,
the spinner of verbs.
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i like to spin verbs. they spin so well.
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I can hardly stand poetry, but I actively like your writing. If this is even poetry. It’s something. Something I like. tchau.
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I don’t like to stay in one place for too long. I’d like to never stop moving, but I’m not exactly savvy enough to do that. Maybe I’ll learn one day. tchau.
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