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Ranford Ford,

I appreciate you the way you appreciate my letter
You were puzzled, I'am too because you're the poem of your own
You need not to write for you are the figurative language you were seeking

I appreciate your soul and your words
How they're trying to soothe me effortlessly
How I am trying not to be soothed but ended up getting bitten by your curses and bluntness

I love it truly and I'm loving you in secret
Behind the letters and reminders;
The aisles and the tables of the rooms
I'm loving you for how many times you visited and how I always win in hiding

And still, I'm loving you
Because I got the victory of not being seen
Though what it takes is the melancholy of me completely being forgotten

-S.N.

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