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Dear Sir Dear Ma’am
Dear sir dear ma’am
Your poem was really like spam
From a heart drowning or dammed
It left me concerned about you I am
Reading your lines of darkness
Make me wanna give you a kiss
And release you from the abyss
Save you from fire and mindlessness
Forgive me for overstepping
For always trying, for helping
Maybe even thinking or selfing
When you may enjoy yelling
In your poems so dark and deep
Maybe it is your favorite release
Maybe your personal ptsd
Is conquered by a pen and reading
Copyright ©
Karen Jones
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