Inside the letter were three small letters to herself.
Bathe myself in the still pool of Presence
A mad beast guards This song well. Behind fierce eyes, A soft melody Wafts through bars, A perfumed prison; A personal Elba . The glare
It was so strange to get this small visitor.
We took a rocket to the sun
In the end all we have is the raw soul experience
the story of a marriage
No position of respect on a shelf of treasures
the hounds broke through my window
There has never existed one moment before now.
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