The Envelope
The envelope sat on my table.
To pick it up I was not able,
Because you see it was about you and me.
Of all the things did we.
I didn't want to stuff it.
I didn't want to give it it's story.
I didn't want to lick it,
Or put a stamp on it.
So I watched this envelope,
In great anxiety,
Now wanting to stuff it,
With a letter written to you.
That contained a scary message, 'I love you.'
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