the silent red letters whisper to me: write
about nothing in the black paper that wait
maybe someone would read, maybe no one
but i would try so
the mystery of letters wants to say something
ideas and words, many words that would come out
secrets revealed
cherished
held in my possession
about nothing in the black paper that wait
maybe someone would read, maybe no one
but i would try so
the mystery of letters wants to say something
ideas and words, many words that would come out
secrets revealed
cherished
held in my possession
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