confession of an emotion, my first poem.

Sipping tea, I started. The pages, in a book, I turned. The letters, I read. My mind; dead. Of her, I thought. Another sip, I took. At the words, I look. Anything but register, they would. I struggled. Anything but read, I could. Of her, I thought. Her voice, I recalled. My heart, a fire […]

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