Apr 2013
There's nothing left but letters,
a shoe box full of letters
with the cap on tight
not to smother, but preserving
as if you can resurrect
a cake that's been dropped.
a shoe box full of letters
with the cap on tight
not to smother, but preserving
as if you can resurrect
a cake that's been dropped.
Written by
Jack Neary
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