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I had a dream I found a letter

With mad scribbling on the page

Etched with heartfelt sentiments,

in an alphabet unknown to me.

It arrived in my pocket

at a time most inconvenient

but I pulled it out none the less

The writer, dead and gone

I had no surprise it arrived there, 

I watched the letters vanish off the page.

I saw it with my own eyes, the paper vanished too.

Empirical proof in mind, no words, no paper, no writer: I searched

Frantically (I add with a slight head tilt of shame)

I searched for the phantom words in thin air.

Searched my pocket for the vanished page.

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