letters from may

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My jeans have grown in size

since I started thinking of you again.

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Paper clips or paper cuts -

office boy’s a simple klutz.

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Patterns on my carpet

spell out your anxiety.

I’m here, writing over them. 

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I’ve learned to collect books. 

They’re my cheap source

of pretend memories.

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I smoked all of them. 

Now what?

Please leave them outside my door.