Last letter to Anna

Would this be, that piece, I deferred, thru many ends Or forgot shrewdly, many times, till it came To that bend, where we break, not as lovers or friends But strangers so estranged, playing a “skipping” game Do I have the nerve, to pen this, with that thing called “pain”? It ain’t the finest ink, […]

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