I will not write you anymore.
This is the last my letter
that will be lost in the fast flow
of the grey endless samples.
I don’t know when it shall be browsed.
A pen makes soul bleeding:
there is no need to write new scrolls,
scratching the soul deeper.
My heart confessed in the long list
of the sad written prayers.
All words are said, my Lovely Beast.
Sincerely yours, Thea…
28.05.2024
Bye
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