i feel you writing us
mapping out the stage as you envision
wrapping calendars on my time
and you
you smile
and the pages of my biography
are bound
and left for dust
another book on the shelf
i feel you reading me
drawing out lines as i draw breathe
tearing out pages in my heart
and you
you smile
and the bindings of my life
open
and fade away
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