Mysteries of Time
Paper crumpled up, resembling balls of hatred
The cryptic writing etched into confused minds
Paper as old as time, but ink as fresh as now
The writing so unique, but yet the same as others
Words that appear as nothing, yet are everything
The red seal with a flower engraved in it
On a perfectly white envelope
No stain insight, no reflection of old
No fingerprints to be seen
Nothing to pin-point to one person
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