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Nov 2020
I made out of paper
My thought made out of  letter.
You don't see me
You can't hear me.
Still you understand me
I don't know what you like
Unless you  say that to me.
If you can't say then write on me.
You may write all your
sorrow, joy, pain, sadness.
I will hold them forever.
Written by
kalo zadukr  USA
(USA)   
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