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By nothing Date: 2001 Dec 13 Comment on this Work [[2001.12.13.03.41.24342]] |
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coarse this fine paper feels with folds too strong, sharp a missive kept, stored even to its smell in the mind as true as day was sent dear john we call these things from one of love so real that needs expensive paper to shred a heart yet i find in darker hours a need to hold again within my hand something that weighs so little but still holds immobile my soul |