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He journaled in her skin.
Years of letters and crumpled notes.
Shuffled pages. Out of order.
Sort and stitch her into a story.
Bound with a red thread, a skein of vein.

Paper burns when put to the match,
but fire can’t erase the written.
Words still have been read.


One thought on “Pages

  1. Fire cannot erase, it only leaves painful memories etched in our minds

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