our story was written
in an invisible ink,
in a blank page,
it’s already been ripped.
our story was untold
hidden in a careful fold.
we’re just a page,
a short prologue.
Feb 20, 2018
Feb 20, 2018 at 10:15 PM UTC
our story was written
in an invisible ink,
in a blank page,
it’s already been ripped.
our story was untold
hidden in a careful fold.
we’re just a page,
a short prologue.
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