By Reed Lowell
LONELY was the dark, a sentence without crime.
only thoughts in that prison, a cell for the MIND…
plotting and Scheming, i laid wide Awake,
longing and scREaming FOR my frEedom in wait.
and now i haVE fled from that pRison of mine;
an escape for the ages. how? you’ll learn in time.
Follow the clues i’ve left in this letteR;
i have to admit, you should have known bEttEr.
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