No Post on Sundays

Send me paper planes that take me hours to unfold.
Your courier use to be new but now I’m stuck
(like when you first sealed that envelope)
Memorizing a code that’s not meant to be cracked,
So I caress the brail on the back.
I have reduced you down to my smallest morpheme
But I can’t forget your words,
I can’t shred your letters.
I only wish you’d send another.

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About Robyn

"If you haven't known insanity, you haven't lived."
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One Response to No Post on Sundays

  1. Ziggy Mang says:

    I just need more time, I need time for me. There’s too much going on. It is there. Just wait a little more. You should know by know that the words that come out of the mouth are not always true. But I promise soon, that I swear.

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