DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, an old draft from last week:>
is there really a future for this misery
a new page that heroes the plot as a decent start over apology
craves distance and knows that would be known
angel like plastic sensations to the dawn
kept on stove to be loathed into a tomorrow
for the heart to yearn for the mind to dwell for the feels to borrow
midnight skies not even there not been predicted
lulled on the moons they say so I stay anonymously protected
------ravenfeels