Jan 1, 2003
Jan 1, 2003
Small things
make my heart miss a beat,
my stomach rise
into my chest
I’m looking at the package you sent,
bound with sellotape
I notice that the edges
are ragged, as if bitten off
and then I stop
and imagine your mouth on mine.
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I love this poem. That is all.
wow…….
thats all i got.