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hopeless scrawls on dogeared paper holding on to my paper love folded and unfolded again and again the words you sent me mean nothing now but oh so splendid when they did the worn folds and turned edges fluffed and whiskered simple words on a note held for many years and what you wrote lay in my hands a thousand silent times, and perhaps a thousand many more.
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Dec 15, 2013
Dec 15, 2013 at 4:27 AM UTC
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hopeless scrawls on dogeared paper holding on to my paper love folded and unfolded again and again the words you sent me mean nothing now but oh so splendid when they did the worn folds and turned edges fluffed and whiskered simple words on a note held for many years and what you wrote lay in my hands a thousand silent times, and perhaps a thousand many more.
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Dec 15, 2013
Dec 15, 2013 at 4:27 AM UTC
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