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I always open excitedly my mailbox,
It is a strange reflex action of my heart, It never means reconciliation with my Self. There is always such deep need of the other In waiting for letters, Such unintentional emotion Hidden in that old metal key, Such vanity! I excitedly open my mailbox, Its emptiness always causes so much pain. My tears will soon drop, I feel they are prone to commiting suicide. It is my holy angel who can save this agrieved water, He is prepared to take it to the Moon. The Moon is the only place Where tears never give birth, Never talk, Never question.
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