scarletletter
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As red rests o my chest,
I know to who, for why, I gave my best.
Not a hint, I will not give a sign.
For I wear my scarlet letter,
Hester Prynne.
No matter thy works,
Lies shape thy tomorrow.
My one true love was a letterAnd for tears upon which I stood,It grew up through pieces of plasticsearching through years of daysfor woodFor grass, for fir, for wood, for flightEffortlessly
