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Sep 2014
A book without a cover,
No pages and no ink,
That I alone discover
Each time I deign to think

Each line a shared adventure,
Each word a tender kiss,
Each chapter I remember
Reminds me how I miss

The things you never said to me,
Our ending incomplete,
So perfect in my memory,
My love, you can't compete.
First published 20th Sept 2014, 18:35 AEST
Tryst
Written by
Tryst  Tasmania
(Tasmania)   
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