Summers and solitude, winters and wistfulness. God, Arctic snow and strawberries.
Thursday, December 15, 2016
kiss me in every language
"I’m a writer.
Don’t buy me roses
or fancy things.
Kiss me in every language
and envelop me in
the soft hug of a sentence.
Teach me how to
write without words,
and I will love you
for the rest of my
undocumented existence."
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