i burnt up a letter,
that i wrote to you.
the purple of the ink,
turned charred and brown-
mocking at their own folly.
the burnt remains of the paper,
flew all around-
in ashes lay my words.
as i sat staring at them all-
laughing to myself,
in self-deprecation,
that a twisted mind can bring.
my mind grey,
with a humourless smirk,
i sat-
as i thought of you.
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