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Friday, 1 August 2014

Every ..

I will bear proudly
Every crease and fold
Made at every bend in my spine
On pages old.
Taking all the useless ink
That blotted carelessly within
On every groove
And every seam.
Remembering every word
Scratched out and tore
Hundreds said
Two hundred more.
When all that I wanted to overflow
Never found a river to channel through
And every inch that
Made home in you.

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