Nov 14, 2012 20:02
I have stolen all of the love letters
I will pretend they were meant only
For me
(Scratching out their names)
Blue ink conspicuous on black
Folding and refolding with each rereading
Until the fibers become ghost threads
A breath would tear
The dust of hearts that never belonged to me
I breathe and let my fantasy
Be destroyed
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