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so i burned the kite and and the mails
scattered their ashes to the winds
in hope
at least
You would hear
even if they wouldn't.

i saw the promise You made to Noah,
*Thank you for hearing me out.
The flying kite never returns.
Postal mails not replied.
Someone unkind
severed our connections.

— The End —