On the corner of your pages
I'll leave not my name
Nor my wretched face,
But a word of thanks
You let me read your stories
Shared to me your worries;
I somehow became part
Of your wonderful art
I would be greatly honored
If you saw my crooked words
And remember those times
That once our pages aligned—
Where laughters are easy to find
So did our cries and whines.
Aug 27, 2025
Aug 27, 2025 at 10:42 AM UTC
On the corner of your pages
I'll leave not my name
Nor my wretched face,
But a word of thanks
You let me read your stories
Shared to me your worries;
I somehow became part
Of your wonderful art
I would be greatly honored
If you saw my crooked words
And remember those times
That once our pages aligned—
Where laughters are easy to find
So did our cries and whines.
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