at the precipice
we seal ***** envelopes
with dry tongues
and hurl them into the abyss,
in the hope that some strange soul,
on estranged tides,
will find solace and smiles in lost letters of love.
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Apr 16, 2013
Apr 16, 2013 at 11:37 PM UTC
at the precipice
we seal ***** envelopes
with dry tongues
and hurl them into the abyss,
in the hope that some strange soul,
on estranged tides,
will find solace and smiles in lost letters of love.
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