,only don't hurt me)
please cuz you
even still i
though for ages
and for though
cuz please
a year and almostA
since felt you i
little and small
even many
black with cropped
thousands softly
coiled in my handss
you cuz
a year almost it was
cold like outside
novembering Rain
now though cuz a
year ALMOST
octobering and
even though
a year almost still
lingers (though now)
small many
still lingers
your smell in my
nostrils
instantly
recalling when
(outside juneing)
sun you me and
Oregon every night
drank plum wine
and ******
(I'm writing to you