Monday's
Poem
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Ties that Bind To. K.
She's kept them all still amazed at the light. These relics letters that summer when she was stricken There are only four pages My Darling for how else could she feel cramped tunnels and dying? They ended Small words Now she's a stale dated survivor who squints at yesterday's sorrow Oh to have once been so certain that the brave singular ending |