Of letters that will not return to her sender the way they were sent
Like the way you entered the room
The way we went
Swept away like rain in the winter
Thoughtless mindless
Torn away
Like an envelope lost from her stamp
I have no home no address
Left the last look
Of the first love with no hello
No good bye
Tell me
How to live
Lost .
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