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i write and i write to you

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i write to you to share my thoughts/ i write to you to weaken us/ i write to you to bring us alive/ i write to you make it all just

i never thought the wind would carry me/ yet it took me all the way to you/ and now i can’t stop drifting by/ past it all and into the blue

i write and i write and you just don’t understand/ i need to tell you everything i feel/ i yearn to hear your reply/ it’s only your thoughts i want to steal

i built a book for you and i/ but i’ve started to tear out the pages/ i’ve sent you the words to chapter one/ but i’ve been writing it for ages

would you like to read this novel?/ hearing it from this author’s voice?/ or would you burn it as i did yours?/ just this once i’ll give you the choice

letter by letter i’ll send our story/ forewarning, my narrative is not yours/ i see, think, and believe differently/ with this i promise us no cure

The Lifespan of a Book

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I said I was done burning your things/ But that was until I found a book/ The orange and pink cover is yours/ I’ve just given it a blackened new look

I really hope you don’t mind/ You can have it back if you want/ It was left behind in my room/ Staring at me as if to taunt

There were some minor annotations/ In chapters I’d rather not discuss/ I can send you the address/ Before I turn the rest of it to dust

breathing novels

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we’re living a breathing novel/ unexpected cliffhangers/ led by the next chapter/ where we meet new strangers

inevitably the dire question/ of when will it all just end/ and yet we hope for more stories/ and ask for a series our dreams penned

in this life we have authored/ each of us flips through pages/ and burn through all the bad ones/ as well as dog-ear the best ages

by the end of mine, i flip back/ onto the dedication/ i think to the earth and its people/ and thank them for their navigation

time passes me by

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everything is all so green/ i paint the world in various shades/ the hues bounce around the atmosphere/ from the oak trees to the grass blades

the pages in my book flip/ the wind shuffles them around/ the aroma flits up to my nose/ from where i lay on the ground

my steeping tea cools in the air/ the steam is hit by the crisp sky/ i imagine a kite drifting above/ and read on to the next line