

An Unrequited Love LetterI have been thinking of you today, my love. It was an icy morning and as I lay in my bed I thought of you in yours. I could picture it so clearly. You were pale and even smaller than when I saw you last. There was not a wrinkle on your skin. I think your sleep is taking away the years we gained together and returning you to your childhood. Your hair was longer. Someone had plaited it and it hung like Rapunzel's over the rim of the bed, awaiting some tiny chivalrous knight to shimmy up it. I wondered who had plaited that bronze mass and envied their fingers. &nbAn Unrequited Love Letter
Why?| My name is Bailey, I really do not like talking about myself. Contrary to popular belief i love cold showers! I have accomplished the art of staying up all night writing useless blogs drinking endless amounts of tea. |
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O tongue, you are an endless treasure. O tongue, you are also an endless disease.
Sincerly
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