You: A Response to the Fifth Prompt

I keep little things of you in a wooden box. Some movie tickets, a sticker, a photograph of petals motionless at the bottom of a pool. I find folded up notes you wrote to me, smell traces of you on slips of crumpled paper. I keep you boxed up but can never seem close us... Continue Reading →

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