POETRY
FIRST LETTER TO DAD
Dear dad, It was last night I saw the postal bird, on my way to the garden, it is the garden where I air away pain. I’ve lost it, dad. I’ve lost it. […]
Dear dad, It was last night I saw the postal bird, on my way to the garden, it is the garden where I air away pain. I’ve lost it, dad. I’ve lost it. […]
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