Feb 2020
I left your letters in tatters,
but do not distress.
Your every word
burned my eyes,
like a bedroom wall
too close to candlelight.
They will survive,
a life living on
well after your demise.
-
by Aleksander Mielnikow | Alek the Poet
but do not distress.
Your every word
burned my eyes,
like a bedroom wall
too close to candlelight.
They will survive,
a life living on
well after your demise.
-
by Aleksander Mielnikow | Alek the Poet
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