October 26, 2016

I treasure every word that you give me. The orange notes that assist my shaving mirror. The half-torn yellowed papers inside my wallet. The green papers kept between my lunch boxes. The occasional notes that I discover from insides of my drawers. And even the annoying ones that jut out of my pockets. The written words. The typed-out texts.

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