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November 29, 2022 unlisted save draft
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Poem Three E.B.B.
Everybody likes writing to somebody. Taking no thought for sentences. We think they are necessary.
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Poem Two E.B.B.
Looking into the dictionary, I tear open the letters, I never untied with string. I turn it over & over in my mind. The great chasm between when I say & what I think to say. We are subjective and … Continue reading
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Pound One Two
I thank you from the buttonhole of my heart. Is it this quiet or is it in sympathy. It is difficult to get rid of people when you love them. I do not think I can do that. I saw … Continue reading
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