It might be too late when you receive this letter. The last bus for the small town might have already left. If by some miracle you do arrive on time, it will be a hassle to trace this shady hotel and search for the dimly lit room on Ⅱth floor. But if you are really destined to arrive, you should know I never lock the doors. For I'm always waiting to be rescued. And in the ashtray you will find. The last burning cigarette, burning to its end. Kiss the stub if still warm or even if not. That's how we were meant to be. If you follow the scent of my only perfume.
You can find me writing the second letter on the balcony. I knew love would save me in the end. I knew one of you would come to this far end.
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