March 15, 2023
Dear ghost,
What must I do with this hubris that has built a nest in me? Should I look through your eyes and see what dust I am made of?
Because it will ruin me as it ruined me.
I bear my soul to you. Hold it as you hold your breath. Let it resonate. Release all that you have seen.
Am I what I suppose I am?
Dearly beloved, the days are getting longer and the colour is so tender. Hint me with your charm so that I might find you. So that I might get lost in you. Untill then, I am lost in me.
Yours
L
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