i write poetry too.
perhaps we should share some.
i'd love
to read yours.
so i send her a few,
the blood from
my veins not quite dried
on the paper
after dipping
a pen in.
she sends me hers.
they are mostly about flowers,
and kittens.
sunsets and beaches.
the morning dew.
we never talk again.
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