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| 'The Letter' by Trish |
I'll never know why I sent it, it just seemed right, at the time.
I'd hurried to the letter box, sent my missile winging away,
but as soon as I headed home wards, I recalled my inclination to stay, my hand before, the envelope should slip from my finger tips.
recalled how I'd trembled, as if I'd felt the warmth of my lover's lips.
How can something, that seemed, so right at the time,
turn into a nightmare, and threaten to devour one's mind?
Now sleep eludes me, and all peace is torn from my grasp.
Where has this torment come from, and dear God, how long will it last?
Tushie
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