Letters to The Universe

Three

Instead I shut my mouth, cried silently in front of the hospital building, and met him at the place he told me to

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Poetry

Lofty

If I were to make a tower Out of the lies you have said, I would make a lofty one Enough to reach the skies above. And if I were to make a home Out of the truths you have said I would make one That is modest as an ant. via Daily Prompt: Lofty