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Mar 2014
And I've got  this book
to live in
to fill it with handwritten
PromisesΒ Β and lies
triumphs and trials
he-loves-me's and he-loves-me-not's

Will I write in it slowly?
Or quickly, than all at once?
fill it with good ink,
precious ink
Ink of breath of love of spirit.

And will I end it beautifully?
No regrets or hope.
But just knowledge of the life
to come.

Will the pages be worn
And well lived
Broken in
And blessedly warm.
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Written by
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   Pushing Daisies and Traveler
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