./I need to drink a little
./something of
./quality possession
./to breath a little
./of itself into
./my dull complexion
./or maybe i'll destroy
./a mirror and fall
./in love with the
./destruction
./then vaporize
./the hatred for
./my previous reflection
./ ( but glass is sharp
./ and i'm afraid )
"What We Say"
Dear Lost Cause,
I am writing on behalf of some very close friends. It is regarding your previous corrospondance with them, and an urgent issue that has perturbed them greatly.
They explained to me how they read your letters once, as they came. The respectful and sometimes awe inspiring words told them of your introspection and the every day qualities that tied you to them and made you human. You were a beacon of ambition, of faith in their nature and their construction and their purpose. The letters made them feel proud of what they were and proud of you, too. They appreciated them very much, I'm sure.
But then the postman
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