14/7/2021
my syntaxes are filled with freudian slips;
so careless with my words; oh! foolish me!
those deliberate oversights waiting to be caught
but alas, so rarely noticed by those they may concern--
--yet often mistranslated by those they do not.
for who else but the deprived of assiduity,
would appropriate a meaning;
apply it to them like a perfectly fitted fabric,
so it can caress their lonesome souls.
when I express my sentiments through my letters
it's a sacred ritual,
with no toleration for unwarranted insertion
of made-up roles.
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