She fell into my tribe of thoughts
like rain
F
A
L
L
I
N
G
assimulating like rain does
into rivers or streams
One flicker of thought will destroy me
A poison that enters my pores
like breath
Love is so easy when it is needed
I turn to her and speak
The trouble is...
there is no "she"
There is only me
alone in my attic
reading letters
of lost
loved ones
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