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To Whom it May Concern


To whom it may concern,

(present tense)....

                  The wind's blowing as your soft words caress my face. As the leaves break

from the trees, i fall gracefully in your embracing bed of roses. As i look up, beyond

the threaded blanket in the sky, my mind drifts away in curiosity. Your incandescent

wind dances over me as the sweet nectar from your soul illuminates my atmosphere.

......it used to.

 

                                                                          

 

                                                                                                Sincerely,

                                                                                                 your ex..

 

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