Last Letter

 

 

It wasn’t meant to go this far

 

You told me

spewed it to me

after one hundred

twenty one days

 

I thought this was real

 

I believed that those

two hundred

and twenty nine minutes

were as real as life itself

 

But you brandished me

 

Molded me into a piece of marble

placed me at the tip of your finger

and devised a plan so fluently

that even Satan himself was terrified

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