My Dear Friend,
I think of you more than I should.
It's come to the point where you
fill my mind; each day more and more
till I think of nothing else.
I want you to take me into your
arms. Take me into your cold embrace
and hold me till the morning comes.
I know now, however, we cannot meet.
Now now at least.
It would destroy them all and all
they've known.
One day I'll see you, take your hand,
embrace, and you'll take me to my home
of peace.
Rest.
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