run(s) on: a brief letter to an old whatever; a (dis)missive

i went through all your notes on a whim and rediscovered your cutting wit and brilliance and remembered snatches of conversations and letters and words and humiliations that expanded grossly beyond their intended size until the pressure reached its peak and pricked and the excess was trimmed and the exhaust was expelled and excommunicated and exiled until the example that you were crumbled into a whispering memory still inundated with furious charm but now whittled down to your appropriate size; the eternally confounding ellipsis compressed, finally, to a period.

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