I was under your spell once --
My salad days, when I was green and fresh --
I hung on every word of yours,
Especially those last few you wrote.
You sent me those words from afar,
Agitated electrons carrying your shocking missive.
Negatively charged minuscule particles --
An apter metaphor I cannot imagine!
I don't live there any more,
Where your hurtful words hit me hard.
I don't live @ that address,
I have found better digs, nearer people.
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