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Dear Mrs Flint .

You and

I, did’nt finish talking.

Have you room for the

sequel, in your Vase?

All the letters I could
write,
Were not fair as this –
Syllables of Velvet –
Sentences of Plush –
Depths of Ruby, undrained –
Hid, Lip, for Thee,

¦

Play it were a
Humming Bird
And sipped just
Me –

Emily –