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Here, letters get thrown away

by Krystall Vega

The banister is cold and the open door
permits the frigid air to squeeze itself
into the palpable tension.

Eyes so familiar to one another
never told such a tragic story.

She speaks.
“I just want you to love me.”

As the bitter cold turns her away
He whispers.
“My heart was never more certain.”

03/09/2006

Posted on 03/10/2006
Copyright © 2024 Krystall Vega

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Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 11/29/06 at 11:55 PM

Enjoyed this, thanks for the read!

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