Polly;
you have the heart of
a tempestuous artist
who has way too much thoughts
in too little a head.
I always envied
your ability to lose touch with
reality so quickly
and find a warm shelter
in your mind,
I always wanted to go with you,
but you always sealed the door
shut behind you while I
struggled with the keychain.
j.c.
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Short Storyin which; a boy with leukaemia writes to a girl that goes by the name Polly. lower-case intended. all rights reserved. copyright © 2014 | -retrospect-