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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.


2 thoughts on “pages

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

    1. Indeed.

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