Dearest Summary,

Enclosed are pieces of my brain,

During a time in which didn’t seem real,

A time that that changed everything,

A time when there was a before than an after,

Deep Fried French Toast tastes differently,

Because the tears stuck inside my eyeballs,

Fell so far back into my sockets,

That my lungs had to catch them into,

A pile of pneumonia,

Where my rib cages couldn’t see through the door frame,

Of the old Sequoia House anymore,

And those little birds had to say,

Adieu.

Oh Summary, I wish we could stay,

But it must be done. You and I.

Let’s breakup.

So the reader can enjoy.

Your heart. Of the Matter.

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