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May 2019
Before you were written, you were read. 
Your cover page screamed beauty,
And your blank pages showed diligence. 
Your eyes gave the genre,
And your smile gave the theme. 
Your wordless diction leaves me wanting more,
And then more of the more that I want. 
You’re a single copy novelette;
May I keep you at my bedside?
Written by
Obi  25/NY
(25/NY)   
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