her fingers tenderly feel
the alphabets on the mail
dusty from lying in the letter box
she was away these two months
and now is back to a home
cobwebbed in cold silence
crawls up her eyes
a terrifying tear
this day last year
he was here
Dec 23, 2014
Dec 23, 2014 at 7:49 AM UTC
her fingers tenderly feel
the alphabets on the mail
dusty from lying in the letter box
she was away these two months
and now is back to a home
cobwebbed in cold silence
crawls up her eyes
a terrifying tear
this day last year
he was here
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