Donnerstag, 30. August 2012

those letters

I write letters
in my mind
all kind
sometimes
never to be
written down
perhaps
never to be known
or read
or spoken aloud
perhaps
in fragments
here and there
see them anywhere?
a lot have flown
away
others stay
perhaps
it's hard to say
are the letters
that I sign
really mine?
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