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Letter to M2B.

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

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

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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