No mercy dear Elizabeth
She found me alone by the St Clair lake and she wore a silky red dress. I saw her from a distance and I watched her walk quickly toward me. I was alone with my Jack London and Dryden book, writing by beloved Lake St. Clair. I rose-up and she embraced me tightly and she whispered. Johnnie, Did you forget me? Did I disappear from your memory and your thoughts?
I embraced her tightly and I told her. I have never forgotten you. You stole my wish and dream many moons ago. I have wished daily to kiss your lips and taste your skin daily. My deadly silence prayers I do alone to the Lake St. Clair. I have wished often for seconds, hours and days to be in your eyes. My heart is empty without you and my pen is silence. I pray to…
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