The Letter

I wrote a note
Spritzed in perfume
And tied in ribbon

Left it in hope
That if you were to
Youd read what’s hidden

Its been long ago
Since that letter
Covered unopened with dust

Its seems I know
My secrets
Along with my letter are lost

A disinterest I can trust.

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