A Poem:

(Not written for me thank gods, but for a very foolish friend)

A [Name]ical Love Poem

My best beloved, baby, honey-bun, sugar, love—I sent you a thing
several things, in fact: a video, some text, a lot of subtext
And I've noticed, in passing, lightly, that since my words took wing
it's been, oh, about 1128.7 seconds. Give or take. About. Are you vexed?

I mean, I'm sure you have your reasons: kidnapped by assassins, say

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