Letter #7

You.

You are free.
You are always in me,
Around me,
About me,
Behind me,
Beside me,
Aside me,
Reside me.
For you are but me.

But I am all but you.

And this distorted contortion,
This insurgent demeanour,
This ridiculous civil war,
This guerilla warfare,
Is what keeps me going.

A tranquil edge you provide me.
And a violent rebellion arises.
From me to you.
Who is but me,

And I am all but you.

Love to you always.

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