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A Slow Letter
in the garden that is not mine
in the street next to ours
roses have blossomed
they are light red
and the rain is falling
on me and the roses
like a one-off
and slow letter
i will read it
then i’ll tear it to pieces
but i have not torn it yet
i hold it in my hands