I've read your letter.
The words swam before my eyes and my tears
were smudging the ink.
Next time, use a ball point pen.
I tried to stop my fingers but they've already
tore the parchment in half.
Don't worry, I've scolded them but they
were too spoilt to learn the lesson.
My mouth was whistling mawkish tunes too.
I had to tape it shut.
Now my lips are complaining though,
they get chapped easily.
My mind knows you aren't coming back,
but my heart is on the line and it tells me
it wants to be a trapeze artist.
Please teach me how I can persuade it otherwise.
Yours truly, me.
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