Chiara Fersini
Do you read the creases in my letters
The anxious braille of my honest heart?
Do you caress the shrill curve
Of my unmitigated tears
As they fumble over linear veins?
Do your eyes note with satisfaction
My dignity jostled and adrift?
Do you blow tenderly on the paper
To coerce or cauterize?
Do you substitute each shadowed pearl
As a cryptoquote
For a passage poignantly spent?
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I am so tired today I can’t seem to string 2 words together geez
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