Dead Letter
somewhere, close to the very end
to protect, a lover pretends,
faking what is long gone
cutting my losses and moving on
we take what we can get from love
stamp it and mail it to the wrong address
it ends up in a dead-letter office
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Jo Bien | Year Posted 2010
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