oh to be the envelope that holds your letters,
your letters that will,
eventually,
make me come,
u
n
d
o
n
e.
broken,
ripped at the seams,
soon to be disgarded.
Mar 19, 2024
Mar 19, 2024 at 10:25 PM UTC
oh to be the envelope that holds your letters,
your letters that will,
eventually,
make me come,
u
n
d
o
n
e.
broken,
ripped at the seams,
soon to be disgarded.
inspired by the book I finished today: Letters to Milena by Franz Kafka
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