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Softly
Milk curdles in the afternoon,
like the puddle of a secret
I count to three,
and blow you away
softly
into the breeze
like a kiss you have felt
a thousand longing times
Milk curdles in the afternoon,
like the puddle of a secret
I count to three,
and blow you away
softly
into the breeze
like a kiss you have felt
a thousand longing times
Beautiful!
Beautiful!
I followed you here from the
I followed you here from the collaborative book thread. Your words are amazing, this is a beautiful compilation of letters.
Thank you so much!
Thank you so much!
"It is a terrible thing to be so open. It is as if my heart put on a face and walked into the world" -- Sylvia Plath.