I tried to write but your name was the only thing my fingers could produce. by Olivia

Aug 2014

I tried to write but your name was the only thing my fingers could produce.

These notes were once
all addressed to you because
I always tried to
begin a sentence with something other than your name,
but my hands
only know how to write
about you.

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Olivia new zealand

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