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Dec 2020
you picked me up
and spread me apart
over and over
leaving your notes
in the margins
and fingerprints
on my pages.
now no matter
who reads me
all they can see is you,
staining each page
with blue ink
and a hopeful heart.
- we had that don't talk or you might wake it love.
rk
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rk  F/scotland
(F/scotland)   
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