Part 143

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Feelings are a funny thing.

We'll never truly

know what they mean

and why they're there.

Yet I can't help myself

from collecting them for you,

and it's not until they're too heavy

in my hands

do I notice.

I calloused them

so I would never

be able

to hold yours.

You and your wild hair,

and messy handwriting -

I treasure each word.

My heart is locked up

in my chest,

and the key

is at the bottom

of the ocean.

It can't be found,

especially not

by you. 

all hard feelings 


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