Dear, x
I have learned that I, as a woman is an island.
I will no longer be here for your shelter.
I will not let you break my neck and fish for food in my blood stream.
You will not live off me.
I will not let you cut the leaves from my veins and drink water from my blood.
I will break off from Pangea.
Before i let you use me as shelter.
Because I am growing stronger.
Sincerely, M
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A island and a man looking for shelter
PoetryLetters to a man, whom will never receive, nor will i ever send.