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There are things you write in letters, not to say them.
There are things I write about in songs, to be repeated.

Like one of those urgent letters that arrive when there is nobody. As loneliness drowned between memories. As melancholy Plame's giving back. Like drunks or addicts hope the wind treatments (for when you want to fly). Like a heart that remembers being your medium beat. As the certainty that no dream of me. As the moon swear it was your first quarter. Because the question that always gives interrogation. As taught me to love cats. Hows stuff as mine, do not belong to anyone. As a crisis of mediocrity. As all those things that books tell