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TheFeatheredSleep

A letter

Is no letter

If it’s written at night as you lie

Staring at oscelating overhead fan

Hearing in its medicate purr the things you cannot alter

A letter

Unwritten

Is simply a wish

Searching for diety

Perhaps it will never find

A God willing

Or time will dissect

Impulse

Those words, carefully written out

To articulate the sounds

You hear chiming in your heart

Continue unheard

So instead, you join the mass of humanity

As they embark

Every morning with first train

A legion of

Unwritten emotion

On the tip of their

Blistered tongues

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