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*different letters sent from different people.*
Stolen. Your shadow has enveloped each meter of my heart's trestle and instead left a saddening scene of ancient deserts. You thief, you fiend, you devil. I have called you a friend, I called yo my dearest, yet with a wind that can only b called common or crude, you have brought a shadow, a stolen shadow none-the-less, upon my heart. My heart wasn't even yours to touch, not yours to have, yet stolen, I find myself without my beating drum.
Why have you left me my turtle dove, why have you left me here alone. Is it because of a kiss not well meant? Is it for my beliefs, my truths or my dislikes? I can change the earth if you give me but time, if you give but time enough. I cannot ponder the life I will lead without you, nor can I ponder life. The setting of rain without the clouds to cry them, much like me without you to hold, is unnatural if not true.
What came before the age of God? I know not. Neither do I know what comes after it. You are His gift to me, and without his grace I shall savor you no more. I must believe the tides whisper, you have gone beyond the sea in search of elves and spirited lovers. God is not beside me today, and the sun saves his shadow for me. Stolen. Your shadow has enveloped each meter of my heart, and I cannot stand the heat of its desert.
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Art is addicting, an addict am I,
truth is I, the truth am I, the truth a lie!
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