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Jun 2010
Untitled
I tried to send you my love
In a letter.
To my dismay, the wax melted,
The seams ripped,
And I was left
To sit
With my love in my lap.
I don't mind,
It seems I can cradle you
In my knees.
Written by
T Kwinter
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