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Will love send you this letter, my lost loved one?

inky nights

On my desk

On my desk, my ransacked holy workplace

On my desk, my ransacked holy workplace, I had left a note

On my desk, my ransacked holy workplace, I had left a note for you to read.

Somewhere near

Somewhere near its bottom left corner

Somewhere near its bottom left corner, there’s a smudged word,

Somewhere near its bottom left corner, there’s a smudged word, blurred

Somewhere near its bottom left corner, there’s a smudged word, blurred in a mildly condescending fashion-

like wind-smoothed

like wind-smoothed walk tracks in a desert.

It had a great many letters.

It had a great many letters. They had deluged

It had a great many letters. They had deluged onto the silken-vanilla sheet

It had a great many letters. They had deluged onto the silken-vanilla sheet as monsoon-released floodgates.

They were dead leaves

They were dead leaves that clenched their crisp axils dearly

They were dead leaves that clenched their crisp axils dearly but were slapped away by a mere breeze

They were dead leaves that clenched their crisp axils dearly but were slapped away by a mere breeze into flakes of the orange past.

Beside the note was a pen

Beside the note was a pen, perhaps left uncapped

Beside the note was a pen, perhaps left uncapped by a quivering hand

Beside the note was a pen, perhaps left uncapped by a quivering hand, exsanguinated

Beside the note was a pen, perhaps left uncapped by a quivering hand, exsanguinated and sated.

The pen must have

The pen must have waited for you

The pen must have waited for you amid the slovenly stack

The pen must have waited for you amid the slovenly stack of discarded pages.

It must have inhaled

It must have inhaled their sad scent

It must have inhaled their sad scent and then died

It must have inhaled their sad scent and then died, flowed into the Invisible with time.

It must have inhaled their sad scent and then died, flowed into the Invisible with time. Gone.

I remember the lamp’s coughing glow

I remember the lamp’s coughing glow- dwindling

I remember the lamp’s coughing glow- dwindling yet demanding

I remember the lamp’s coughing glow- dwindling yet demanding to be seen.

I remember the lamp’s coughing glow- dwindling yet demanding to be seen. Sadistic yet sympathetic.

It was inanimate

It was inanimate but it greened my eyes

It was inanimate but it greened my eyes still.

Perhaps

Perhaps this was all a dream,

Perhaps this was all a dream, a happy one

Perhaps this was all a dream, a happy one, but too bad-

Perhaps this was all a dream, a happy one, but too bad- the sun couldn’t bear my fantasy.

For I now wear night

For I now wear night, my dimly sparkling cloak.

I wish I could carry

I wish I could carry the note with me

I wish I could carry the note with me as all it does on the table

I wish I could carry the note with me as all it does on the table is rot and fade.

You never came.

You never came. My heart

You never came. My heart twitched and twisted

You never came. My heart twitched and twisted, spewed blood

You never came. My heart twitched and twisted, spewed blood, went white.

But when you depart

But when you depart, I pray

But when you depart, I pray, wear the moonlit night.

For the stars

For the stars damned

For the stars damned cannot touch the moon

For the stars damned cannot touch the moon but they know she is there...

For the stars damned cannot touch the moon but they know she is there... and they burn on till dawn...

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