I see
From
Your letters
A time
When
Your love
Was laid
Wide open
Such happiness
Such fun
Such warmth
Such creativity
You had
Your health again
You thanked me
For the flowers
You kept
Irregular hours
Your love
Was laid wide open
But not so
Clear to see
How this
Fragility
Became bound
In complicit
Intellectual
Infidelity
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