Tuesday, August 26, 2014

(1) Saved Draft


A letter never sent.

More likely, a letter never written. 

A song never sung though the vocal cords are worn out like an old pair of sneakers. 

A typewriter with a jam that can't be fixed, because it doesn't know what to say. 

A truth so sad that nobody could tell it. 

Nobody could tell it except him. 


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