7.03.2006

v.o.r.t.e.x.07.06 - imitation (is the sincerest form of flattening)

I had a dream you sent me a letter postmarked tomorrow I opened it today. Inside blank the page was but I read it three times just to be sure. Now I will write you back in prose so flowing that the desert will yearn for it. Look for it in your mailbox yesterday.

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