Dear
heart I write
I
write because you are the nearest thing I have to a soul
outside
me besides me
there
is nothing
but
for you
there
are no voices
you
are not troubled by the cleft between blood and wakefulness
the
contingencies of consciousness don't bother you
the
reason not the cause is not your problem
yours
is just to be born
I
force you to ache
just
to think about it
just
to put myself in your position which is my position
I
can feel you pay for it
dear
heart
I
write to you because I am incapable of writing
I
could never apologize enough for never
knowing
you or for knowing
you
enough
not
to have spared you what I know
and
is true of both of us
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