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A Letter
A letter came today addressed to someone
with my name,
I put it in its own little pile
beside the discards,
Upon a glass table in the corner
of my quaint study,
Seen from the floor I wonder
by what hand it came,
The words are not soldiers on guard
digitally made,
But from something living
without a name,
So there it shall stay.
To The Beginning