Letters flow out
and dive into your inbox
One each month
with a Hello
Or holiday gesture
Replys run back
with agression
like a blanket being torn to shreds
Words pushing in daggers
Scarring my preception
Of the Woman in the red beanie
I once hugged
closing my arms in for comfort
Letter flows back
With words that drop down to their knees
Head looking up to the sky
Replys looking over the words
And reading what the eyes only want to see
Words sent back only to crimple me
Letters to let you know
I am still crawling
I can't stop reaching
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