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I read them, and then I threw them in the trash, but make no mistake, I read them.

I swallowed them whole. I filled my eyes with every word, I sewed them in patterns into my flesh of my body, at night I wake to entertain the ghosts lounging in my bedroom with impromptu recitations of your letters, of your thoughts, of the shape of you in words

but I could not keep your letters.

I could not let them languish in a dusty box, fermenting into poisons in the closet dark. I could not let them lie in wait, like coiled paper vipers ready to strike the hand that strays too far and stirs the den.

This poem © Gabriel Gadfly. Published August 1st, 2012.

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I want to be as happy as this dog

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REBLOG IF CASILLAS IS STILL THE BEST GOALKEEPER IN THE WORLD

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THE WINK, THE WINK IS KILLING ME.

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