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I write this letter to you
from quarantine.
I am ill.
I've caught fever.
and cough.
and my body hurts,
as though it's trying to break free
from my magic.
I am holding it all together
by the skin of my teeth.

And this might be the last letter I write.
I always wanted you
to be my last addressee.

I have lived off the sadness
and your pretend love
for years.
I have grown quiet and dreamier.
Once you left the present
Past became the only place I wanted to inhibit.

And I moved.
And moved again.

They talked to me.
And they paid attention.
But all of them sensed,
That I had a secret.
And they never managed to get close.

how can your existence be my secret,
when you've has created the world.

Why didn't I remain
alive.

Take your time

Take your time.
I' here.
I am waiting for the love of you.
There is nothing I would do
if you were waiting for me.
But these days you've gone.
I've stayed.
And for the first time in my life
I've become your servant
your maid.

Take your time.
I'm here.
I'm standing.
You told me once you did not need me.
But I knew otherwise.
I thought you were lonely.
I like lonely people.
Acknowledgment of similar souls.
And I've always had this unfortunate need
to find likeness in others.
human?

Take your time.
I'm here.