Who pressed the stamp,
Forcefully against love’s letter
Mailing it across the borders
Past the horizon
beyond tangibility
Who snipped and clipped
The pictures hung
In the hall where
our minds first met?
Was it the hands of time
Who wrung out every bit of
fondness and familiarity?
Leaving me here with
skewed puzzles of memories.
-Leonine Westburry
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