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01/02/21

Dear Love, I hope this letter finds you well

It all started with dirty poetry (dear Santa)
To late nights in long taxi queues
Open mic session at OUTIE CAFE
To Furnace Theatre
To drunkard confessions
and disappearance acts

I miss your poetry!

Our love has been a parallel obscurity between hollowness and healing
"you can not fill my void and I too can not fill your, so let us just be"
In Love,
discovering no path,
no past,
no roads,
no here,
no there,
no yesterday,
no was but is
together now
In love—

every emotion wrapped within a fireball of hope
of destiny unknown, undefined, undefiled, undenied
Intertwined
in the kindling of our spark
and our amber ever burning

Please teach me the ways of love...


Much love ♥
NuBorn