letters

hello love,
 

today is the fourth month

of your sleep

and the 200th letter

from me

 

am i right to be

afraid?

 

tell me that i am not weak

tell me that you are here

tell me

before i lose hope

in you

 

goodbye love,

 

today is the first day

of your death

and the 1st letter

from me.

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