Someone
has been leaving
lipstick
kisses
all
around
the
house
. . .
and it wasn't
me
and it's not
my
house
. . .
xx
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“Maybe we’re here only to say: house, bridge, well, gate, jug, olive-tree, window--at most, pillar, tower--but to say them, remember, oh! to say them in a way that the things themselves never dreamed of so intensely.” --Rilke