Today I received a letter
Pink and fragrantly prepared
Softly written twisting elegance
Weaved with dreams, promises, and heart's intent.
It ended with a fiery red lipstick
Kissed deeply. Without name.
And I just said, "It may be addressed wrongly"
For there is no dreams, promises, or faith here.
B.Melayu here
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