Letter Cravings And A Postbox

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The reddish painted box!
The slit, it’s mouth
Stands rusted in the corner.
Misses being touched,
in its face when it stucked,
The way that paper clutched.
It still craves for
Different scrolls,
And thoughts on
crispy paper rolls.
As The season of love strikes
Give it some hope,
Pour some ink,
Make that sheet wet;
And Feed it your words
Wrapped in that
Warm envelope
Tied with a satin lace.
For cupids are easily aroused
Opening that lace.
Lurking on those attributes
goes a blush on that face,
Just Pen it all down
and feel the praise.

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