Soul Letters
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Long piece
of paper
is the air.
My body,
Just a pen.
I'm writing.
Hoping
for the wind,
to be
The Postman.
Picking
me up,
will ask:
-Where to?
One word leaped
giggling:
-*~*~*~Far in the air*~*~*~
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