I got your letter
but it wasn't what I imagined
I read it twice
probably
you know I really can't remember
but
when I woke up on
what I presume to be the following
'morning'
it was ripped into small, little, careful
red squares
it took me a few minutes to clean up
because it was spread throughout
pretty much the entire room
well
I guess this
is goodbye
-Wes
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