My letter-writing
To him received
Such a deathly
Blow, it wounded
My mind and
Punctured my heart
So much so,
That from then on,
Every letter I wrote
To anybody and
Everybody, became
A strenuous effort
For me, straining my
Mind and squeezing my
Heart as if a squashed
Soul had lost its wholesome
Ability to feel whole...
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