An account is stretched out suddenly
Before my face
Telling
What it was and it is what
Will happen
Then I started writing,
Which letter of the alphabet, in my life
Am I writing?
Is it the letter in the middle
Or the letter at the end
I am at my wit's end.
Then, I move and move, counting the days
To reach the destination the last letter
In my alphabet
Folding my soul carefully
Into an envelope to be delivered
To the address unknown.
I am now sealed and ready being packed
I am with a address written in a language
Not known to me
Waiting for the postman to take me
To the address unknown
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address unknown, thanks, I like it .