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Dear Friend,
You are the poem I convete to write.
I realize my situation may not offer ideal circumstances, but I cannot unharbor the hope that somewhere there's a love jus' for me. Wretchedly, I pour all my sympathies in poetry. Maybe, a longing to love you won't let me give up to give in to re-shackling freedom of expression?
Experience is such an excellent teacher, trial and error must suffice, like appealing convictions that harbor reversible error - I am the actual innocent wrongly convicted as an act of vindictiveness! A burden I may never unload. It's weight, without you... I escape by placing my soul upon the page exhibiting some things from my heart. The cold of aloneness is such strenuous weather - I am frostbitten and homeless in seek of shelter, jus' to warm my hands over the fires of friendship, the kind that is optimistic as to what can become like a poem waiting to be written...
I realize, I am a prisoner within a prison; in truth an innocent that my criminal history makes seeming; in truth a poet until the very last word I pen, or, final breath I breathe fighting for vindication...
Maybe, I am no one of interest making sentences into verse, without your friendship to color you famous as love so does each and every one of us?..
I am open and available to those of kind heart.
Will
William Irving #182906
J.C.C.C., 8200 No More Victims Rd.
Jefferson City, MO 65101
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