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Letters

Soft sighs,

as I see you,

in my cards,

heart racing,

as the future finds me,

alone in my bedsheets.

I write you a love letter,

inside of my head,

I will never ever send it,

but I will trace the syllables onto your skin,

as you sleep beside me,

hoping that you’ll understand,

the things I find hard to give away.

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