I threw out all your letters,
tossed them into might have been wind
trying to forget
that the only me left
you kept when you left.
At 3am in Richmond rain
you came.
You weren't the same.
So I threw out all your letters.
Tossed them into been wind
trying to forget
that the only me left you kept.
Moral: Never desire slippery fishes for their wishes.
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