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The postcard

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There is postcard
Right here in my table
It has your name
Your address
And a lot of small talk

I never sent it
I never will
Those words
And that image
Will die alone
Without you ever knowing them

Written by Julio Biason

December 6th, 2005 at 2:29 pm

Posted in Poems

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