Silky, red-ribboned Fate.
You shine bright,
Wrapped tight around,
This silent stack of letters.
They now smell of sunlight.
Instead of the damp and dark.
Aug 6, 2018
Aug 6, 2018 at 3:14 AM UTC
Silky, red-ribboned Fate.
You shine bright,
Wrapped tight around,
This silent stack of letters.
They now smell of sunlight.
Instead of the damp and dark.
Well maybe not totally of sunlight, since they're still unread and in a box. But I don't dread them anymore, so progress!
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