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Burning Letters.
Burning Letters, I could never send,
Writing out my pain they went -
In tiny bottles,
On washed up shores.
In clouds above,
Where even folklore-
Could not hold out their meaning.
So I am still just-
Burning letters,
laying in my bed
Writing out my tears again,
In angry scribbles,
On torn out pages
My heart scattered
Like a thousand doves
Suddenly free of their cages.
