the letter

there is a sudden real-ness to the world
to scents and words
and i think i'm going to cry

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last night i dreamt of sharks, their teeth
in my dream there was the ocean and swimmers and i knew there would be sharks and i don't know if they were only there because i knew they would be. a self-fulfilling prophesy.

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he was the caustic agent; like the surgeon cauterising a wound. a brief sear, flash and burn, then healing. no more to fester, no more to rot.

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all this and nothing.