I wrote a letter
so the words would no longer
linger and eat at my insides
with their acid intent.

Once the words were written
they were no longer mine
but instead belonged to the world
to perish or prosper.

I waited for a reply
from somewhere I called elsewhere
I should have known better
than to wait for answers from the dead.

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