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Letter to M2B.

Dark clouds move
in. Thunder growls,
lightning strikes. A storm

promised
to me in the calm
(as foretold) anticipation
stretching back
to the secrets my rooms
of childhood:

so strange
(however familiar to me).

Eerie lights in the sky,
dancing, pulsating,
flickering, descending
in falling leaf
fashion:

Danger.
Never watch
too long,
gaze too close.

Hear me?
Stay away.

Not safe.

Grab the gun. Question
everything. Trust
no one, my dear.
Believe in yourself:
no one else:

gut, intellect,
heart will weave,
pave the way…

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