Act I
Dear beloved friend,
I just wanted to let you know,
that,
I've eaten up all of your present.
It made me, spitting blood.
Metallic noise while caughing-
I heard my drumhead splint apart.
Excessive cramps run through my body-
I've fallen down and broke my leg.
Dear beloved friend- Why did you do that?
Why did you do such thing to me?
What have I done to make you hate me.
I thaught you had a home with me.
Act II
Dear beloved friend,
I just wanted to let you know,
that,
I kept on waiting for your answer.
But all you left are empty hearts.
I've seen the postmen and the seasons changing-
Instead- my mind drifted apart.
Dear beloved friend- Why do you do that?
Why do you do such things to me?
What have I done to make you hate me.
I thaught I've seen home with me.
Act III
Dear beloved friend,
I just wanted to let you know,
that,
my housemate made a small fire in the garden, and
the past weekend I was staying home thinking.
It makes no sense...
again:
Dear beloved friend- Why do you do that?
Why do you do such things to me?
What have I done to make you hate me,
is no respect left to our history?
What have I done? There is no memory...
but cullets left, inside of me,
from your last present,
lovely present,
given from you, just for me.
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