Fleur Jones


Do you know what I am thinking?
No, of course, how ridiculous, how…
Foolish is me, is your voice in my head
Counting down days but lost in my ears
I thought I heard you speak but no,
These trees are beautiful, I could write
I could write a letter on white paper
And wrap it and post it and wait.
You touched me once and it stays

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