Letter From Viola

Dear Frederic

How are you, I am fine

As I'm writing this letter

The paper is getting wetter all the time

I hope you won't feel a fool

But, understand, I'm being cruel

To be kind

I respect your dedication

It's so rare

I don't think that your appearance

Vis-à-vis the disappearance

Of your hair

Is compatible with our

Relationship, it's all so sour

This affair

I don't love you, don't think I didn't try

All the nothings that we whispered

In the passion of the kiss

Were just a lie

I'm not holding you to blame

But, babe, I don't feel quite the same

So goodbye

Dear Frederic

Don't be sad, take it hard

I rescind your invitation

To my 21st celebration to the Guards

I hope we can still be friends

But, understand, only via pens

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