Dear Sir,
We all grow older
and in the first scent of dying
youth you see reality.
Just let the air settle down. ---
Dear Forsaken,
If you only ever came in last,
know this;
In my letters you are the salutation
and the body
and the closing binds you to me. ---
Dear Friend,
If you never have another place to be,
you'll always have a home with me. ---
Dear Lover,
Who were you
before you were mine?
Love to last the journey,
C. E. King
Friday, September 24, 2004
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