Poem: You Have Mail.
You Have Mail.
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The bottle rocks
Upon the tidal edge
Of sodden sand,
Seemingly urgent.
Upon inspection
It seems to be empty,
Yet completely stoppered.
What purpose then
This act of keeping in,
Unless it holds one breath.
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By Jaksie on December 6th, 2010
You Have Mail.
.
.
The bottle rocks
Upon the tidal edge
Of sodden sand,
Seemingly urgent.
Upon inspection
It seems to be empty,
Yet completely stoppered.
What purpose then
This act of keeping in,
Unless it holds one breath.
.
.