there is a room
in my mind
that is mine
and locked
and blue
I go there
to think
and muse
and never pray
I leave notes
behind
which no one
ever reads
and yet
each time
I enter
I expect
to find
in return
one small envelope
and very few
precious words
like water
or breath
or beauty
but all I find
is
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