Finding the right domicile

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Well, after years I have written a letter to post,

Searching for the right post office's door,

So that it reaches the right person who owns.

But, I fear to drop this letter which I adore,

Because those are not just words,

But are emotions which I hold.

What if the postman didn't find the way to that shore?

What if my letter lost its destination,

To its horizon?

What if my letter will be too late to reach its actual owner’s meathooks?   

What if I'll only be waiting for the postman with my reply to knock on the door?

Because along with that person the posting address is also incognito.







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