Dear Frisk,
I had another one of my endless insomniac nights. I was lying on my living room floor with what seemed like a million magazines around me, trying to make some art happen. I was watching the "Live in London" DVD (I've been obsessed with "If it be your will" lately) and thought of you. So I'm mailing you a little something because I was thinking of you. Lets write a poem together one day soon.
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