There's no distance in the realm of our imaginations. We only try to blunt and blur anything that we come across in those moments of suspense.
The same, we might feel hard at affections, but we get broken still.
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Dead Letters
PoetryWe are Afraid. The supposed Ones with bravery of hearts are weakened because of affection. Now we lay low on succulent beds and Undercovers. These are my honest Dead Letters.
