Love letters to the dead.

At times

Your absence

Whooshes into me

Like a gust of wind

Through an open door

And I see you

Everywhere I go.

As for me,

I am

Too much feeling

Trapped in

Too little body

Trying to

Leak out the pain

By writing

Love letters

To the dead.

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-The Girl Lost In The Bookstore

Hello, my lovely friends. How have you all been? I know this is getting old, but sorry for disappearing on all of you. I will be fairly regular after the first week of May. Also, I’m thinking about starting a weekly feature where I will post guest posts. What do you guys think of this? Let me know. 🙂

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