Love Letters II: What Happens to the Tragedy?
Wednesday, August 27th, 2008 by Chantelle Oliver | 4 Comments »Time and space is filled
without disapointment
One should always be concious
of ones space, and others.
Space to stretch
Space between your ears
Space, the constant to fill
Think to much to feel!
To bissy filling
Think thaough compair give take
feel?
Shair thaught felt!
Lest you be cranking up your angry commenting energies to attack the editor, let me clarify: this is a verbatim love letter to me written fifteen years ago by someone I hurt. And remembering it is painful.
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