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Ajuni sent me this letter I wrote to who I'm assuming was to a certain ex-boyfriend of mine. I'm not sure though. It's obvious that it was entirely inspired by him but towards the end it seems as if I'm writing it to myself.

January 1st, 2008

dear you,

"You don't get it and you never will;" whatever the fuck that is supposed to mean.
Party hearty, marty. the magic of each moon is moved in jars and glows for you and no one else. We love you!, they cry! the colors that you breathe are so rich with life and thrive off your heart beats without hesitation. your voice comes in the form of excession and your love in the form of milkshake brings all the boys to the yard. I miss you; like the Virgin misses her son.

goodnight
alicia

Excession isn't a word just so you know. I don't know if I meant "excess" or "excise". Comprehending this is like trying to interpret dreams of whales.

P.S. You wont understand any of this unless you knew me five months ago.