Letters and Digits
Digits are opening letters with knife
Wow it was time before we actually opened a letter
With knife
Inside, eyes eying the digits and letters
They say
But they ain’t Simon
Of the times when we sent letters by post
Sometimes we signed them with our digits
Occasionally with blood
But mostly with this kinda polymer we today forgot title of
Because we became stupid
We lost values in life that were ever existing
However existing temporary
Alike little curious children
We again from scratch learning
Like a feline on his scratch post
And sometimes letters and digits ain’t any cryptography
But simply words of forgotten feelings and memories
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