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[burntnorton]

the prospects for new lovesomeone planted the fields

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[_______nuncora]

now complete apples go rotten
in a family's fruit bowl
and no one slips ink
and folded paper
into perfumed envelopes
anymore.

--that's it right there.

[daregale]

Those were my favorite lines too.

[peduncle]

I always perfume my letters. Sometimes I even stain them with tea. But it is repudiated, even when I light the perimeter and hope that in this I have tucked some sort of alchemy as one would braid red strings.

[adeline_many]

i love that poem.
love.
may i add you?

[burntnorton]

aye