Quick Matt Fact

Friday, June 18, 2010 | 1 Comment(s)

I often think up poems in bed while i lie there, waiting to fall asleep. Sometimes whole poems come out, sometimes fragments. Last night this perfect last sentence came to me as i was resting. But i can't, for the life of me, try to write a beginning of a poem to match it. So it will stand alone.
As e e cummings taught us, a little formatting goes a long way.

i couldn't love you more,
until tomorrow,
when i surely will.

safe travels.

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