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“Had I only known my letters
Would be of such importance
I’d empty myself on paper
Every single morning�

And it was for such reason,
as she read his little stanza,
that she decided to stamp
one
final
letter:

‘Every single morning
I’d empty myself on paper
You were my greater importance
That’s why I wrote you letters.”
― Mie Hansson, Where Pain Thrives

“Lonely you linger in a league above poetry.”
― Mie Hansson, Where Pain Thrives

“I wore you on me at all times
Like I now carry my pen.
Unlike your own opinion my
Belongings must have a function.
You bled through the ink of my lines and
To be my subject nursed your thirst.

Was it my fault, or your own, that you forgot
—I do not deal in tender verse.”
― Mie Hansson, Where Pain Thrives