Y is for you, of course,

and you must not be

afraid of me anymore

though these little black letters are empty

and these walls are empty

and the wind is empty

and the light emptiest of all

though you can see through everything

even to the sun's dark center

I know you are anxious to recover

what you thought you lost

you who no longer wear a face

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K	L	M	N	O	P	Q	R	S	T
		U	V	W	X	Y	Z

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