NaPoWriMo: Day ten

One of these days I will meet a girl

Write handwritten letters

Fold them delicately into hundreds of paper birds

Take them to the river

Where the ghosts live

Let them fill each letter bird

So that they will sing the words every morning

And place them in a box at her door.

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