i ball up an old letter
in my hand
and toss it
towards
the can, across the room
in the corner.
it rims out,
onto the floor.
i print off another letter
and make
the same motion.
this one goes in.
swish.
i have plenty of letters
more.
there seems to be no end
to the tear
stained
break ups, i'm sure in
time
i'll open more.
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