• • • • It worries me

this kind of thing

How you hope to

live alone and

occupy your

wakin' hours

We're taking

sides again

I just wept

I couldn't understand

why you started

this again

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• • • • And every day

you send me more

It makes it worse

Is this a plan of yours

to ensure I don't forget

I'd write and tell you

that I've burnt them all

but you never

send me your address

I've, I've kept

them anyway

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• • • • So don't ask me

if I think it's true

that communication can

bring hope to those

who have gone

their separate ways

It hardly touched me

when it should

have then

but memories are

uncertain friends

when recalled

by messages

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• • • • Coded...

messages...

Poison letters...

Coded... messages...

Poison...