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Write a Letter
Write a letter to anyone. That's it. Be sure to tag me. Thanks!
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To The Mowers Son
When all the nightingales finish their songs, and the insects quiet the orchestra.
When the dragonflies stop making love to the stars, and my thoughts run their course— causing my brain to go completely still, causing this lump to finally setting into the base of my throat.
It’s when all of these things happen, that I will finally stop loving you.