letter writing, lost.
soon our hands will not hold pens...
mailboxes empty.
bring 'forever' stamps!
(to stash under my mattress
for the renaissance)
***
some things last longer
you'll know them when they happen
like comet-tailed blinks
***
when I fell asleep
I still felt like I, smiling
spent the night on rocks
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