April 26, 2019

An unwritten letter,

An absent tailor,

A heart worn thin,

An unravelling king.


“My dearest Excellency,

Thank you for your letter”

He gazed, silently, at the notepad in front of him, for some minutes. Then, equally silently, he tore out the page, crumpled it into a ball, and allowed it to join its comrades at the bottom of the wastepaper basket.

“My beautiful Maj...

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