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Dear Alice:
The subdued color of the dawn is
lonesome without you. Today I woke up
thinking about...everything but you.
Your voice, your smell, your laugh, your
sorrow. But you weren't in my thoughts.
In my heart, over the clouds, downhell
either. I didn't find you among my
books, my shoes or my ink stains.
You're above a chimney top, wondering
I already knew where you were though.
if the sparks this night are
going to shine for a bit, in
the withdrawn eventide.
Please reply if you feel like
sending something ma chere
amie.
The Sun Cat
