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Letters to Myself
Matthew Skurat


Dear me,

Glorious me.

How long did it take,

For you to finally see



Dear me,


Extraordinary memory,

But why can’t I remember things

For free?


Dear you,

I’m curious too.

I feel as if I have something to say

But I don’t know what it is,

Something new?


Dear you,

I will see this fully through.

Responding in your repose,

Wrapping myself tightly in your clothes,

Who knew?

Dear me,

It’s way past three.

Writing letters to myself,

Exploring the deep sea,

Will I respond?

There’s no guarantee.

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