Penpal,  Sunday word hunter: poetry and nonsense

Penpal no.14

blank letter paper with envelope near dried sprig
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A new friend, yay.
A new way to think how to erase myself from sight.
Tough that other time I sent back unopened that envelope.
Am I trash?
No way to take this or that.
Let’s bask in the sun.
Warm words for friends and like.
No time for those who are not.
A poor investment of energy,
Your choice, my privilege.

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