The Postcard
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Rahman Henry
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The postcard once I've sent you
Dislocated and lost now
Traveling from town to town
City to city, country after country
The postcard once I've sent you
A bird now, flying unwearied, and
Lost its memory. Once, very soon,
You would read the postcard
Unread, in your upcoming dream.
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