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.:Letter Home (Sourpuss Loves Sweetness, circa 1987):.

My Beloved, Sweetness:

Hello Boo, I hope you miss me as much as I do you
All true - See. I�m so sick of the sour. Every hour...The malice.
This world, its so callous. So I do wonder. How and where you hide?
When & where because there�s so much of nothing
Nothing...going on �Nothing to keep us tied-in
Tuned-in. Locked in.. � Locked into...what�s free
You see, it�s you & me and that�s where I want to be
A place set aside; a place to confide.

Can we ride? �::Out
That�s what I want to do
With you...I want to share. I want to go there
To thoughts un-caught.. Not bought
No thought of the next lie...Needing an alibi
To avoid the traps & trips
No Bloods, no Crips; Teen years without fears
Harmony amongst peers
See that�s; that�s the way to go; but
I have to wait to go. See this weight got me low

These...sub-set invasions with their
Outlaw Abrasions. The rough times & situations
The ones birthed in what�s bad. So sad. I�m going mad
Having to keep all of �em at bay. I�m wanting to ex-out this dismay
YO Boo, that�d be some serious play
Can we go there today?

How about 2 night; You & me, right?
Would it be alright, can we team up?
How about you & me just beam up? Take flight
Then explore; can you & me take the tour?
Can I not cross its threshold?
Can it be visited? �Am I too inquisitive?

No, allow me to be bolder?

I need your shoulder. My tears, they�re getting colder
Yours, I know they shine like gold
Their glitter I can feel... a vision to grab hold
Soon as I get free.. YO, Sweetness
You and me

LOVE, Always and Forever,
Sourpuss

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