Category: Letters
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Heat
Heat By Zachary Furr She sits there on a bench, She listens to the speaker, She continues to chew wintermint gum, Her legs are restless from sitting too long, And get arms are cold from the air conditioner. And here I sit next to her, I hear the same speaker, I can smell the gum…
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Lady of Mine
To that lady of mine, I have missed you even though it has only been a day. I wait for your lunch time so that I may see you once again. And then in the evening when I see you again it feels as if it had been a whole week. And when we eat…
The In Constant Chronicles 