I opened a letter it was sealed for years. full of information and poetry most dear. I spilled out the letters and commas, the sentences, and the periods, all fell to the floor. The question Marks hooked the edges of the envelope afraid of what they may find. The exclamation screamed so loud the glass shattered and cut into my eye. Fragments of blisters and the periods look amused. I have never seen the letters assemble into truth. They end in single file but the fragments were of no use. I am appalled at the accusation, the call to infect the band. I am sorrowful and intentional and on a pile of words I stand....
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