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Submitted:Feb 10, 2013    Reads: 5    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

Bound in leather.

Blood letters and heartache.

Telling the tale

of the man I used

to be.

Jumbled memories

between lines of ink -

smeared on creased and torn


Closed Chapters,

Forever silent on

shelves lined with dust.


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