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Can you see all the letters?

They're addressed to You...

When You stole my attention

I stole myself from You

It's what my heart had to do


No I didn't mean to write them

but my focus was confused

I never tried to hide them

I just tried to hide from You


You're a phantom
Your spirit makes me weak
You're contagious
You're a name I cannot speak
You're the reason
for the letters at my feet


You Phantom You
I find it strange

You face the exit as you welcome me in

not again

understand

It was not my sin!

don't let it fool you

that violin

it plays for lynn

and her demon kin

you let me in

JUST ONE LAST TIME

just let me in

to feel the skin

of lynn

and her violin
calm before the storm
a winter froze the warm
and me
and humanity

the girls will wait their turn
their boys and boys will learn
like me
and humanity

So it's marriage then
with them and us
they give us lies so we give them our trust
NO

It's Me and Humanity
We're in love, but we're not supposed to be
It's enough with all this jealousy
Ive been closed behind the wisdom tree

Take another glance
at how the witches dance
for me
and humanity

they sell because you fear
but they stole the auctioneer
from me
and the rest of me

So it's marriage then
between them and us
they sell us lies, so we give them our trust

as for me
and humanity
I rest my case on Jealousy
You never have


Will you ever?


Will you care for us together?


Together? Forever?


You've heard this before


You say a dead end


But you're still wanted M O R E

You're white lies are clever

Heather

But I know you don't care
Shades blur, entrance me


dew wanes frosty eves goodbye


and I melt with joy
Glass is transparent
but shows my reflection
a loss and a gain
of a dire connection
Glass can be shattered
by present and plus
the past is a drug
kept for hands your can trust
Glass is a solid
it stands strong and tall
between you and yourself
and yourself and us all
A pen. A quill. A stray piece off chalk
With so much to say
And such a small language
You flow with emotion
Under tree, over sea
By the knuckles you wear
You write letters to me

I thank you,
The poets
People
Of
Emotions,
Tears,
Script

With the letters you mix
Unreleased but related
A bond is created
A bond has created

A call to the poets of the 21st day
A song for the artists to keep on their way

Awe
Is a noted
And frequent emotion
A frequent emotion
For a northern bound notion

So I call to the poets of the 21st age
To never stop spilling your heart on a page
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