You wanted me to telegraph this for you,
and I was not going to do that,
probably because I was different,
different than you recalled me being,
better off certainly,
and spelling,
while always my realm,
was just not for me anymore,
drawing lines in the sand,
doing anything more than you deserved,
I never had it in me to wait,
to even give you the chance to raise a hand,
or make a dent,
no telegraph,
no words,
no plan,
no nothing from me
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