I send these lines to no return, No address, no reply, Just fold them into empty space And let them learn to fly. If this should reach your waiting hands On some forgotten night, Read slowly, there are parts of me That vanish in the light. Do not look for who I am, Or where this letter's from I am the silence in between The words that come undone, No one you know, Yet someone who wrote Because he couldn't not. I am the poet The whole world forgot.
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