The Notes She Writes Me
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Ongoing<5 mins
Last published Sat, May 14, 2016
A lined white piece of paper
Folded perfectly in half
And then in half again
Slightly wrinkled around the edges
Just the way she likes it
Just the way her notes always are
But the outside is nothing compared to what I find when I open it
Littered with small planets and perfectly symmetrical stars
Glowing with words that could only belong to her
And I read it
And I fall
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