Locked Wood

Upset was I when

You revealed that never were

We friends. My kinship

With you, only the

Desperate projection of

Loneliness. Yet now

Recognize I that

Of course, you’re not like me. An

Impossibility. For create

Myself anew each

Day do I, ever different,

Only myself; it

Could only be me.

May God bless and keep you. See

You in the next life.

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