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In the crinkled pages, of an old notebook
I wrote my life story, with all that it took
Parchment discolored, tattered and torn
Of how my life was ended, when yours was reborn
I had kept them so close, afraid to let go
This was just me, though you’d never know
You didn’t remember, once, we were one
All that we had, had been sadly undone
It was then that I realized, how could I be so blind
This fantasy, created, was all in my mind
You never brought roses, nor held me so close
My words on the paper, were mere empty prose
Now the books are frayed, and the roses are dried
Left there, in memory, of the day that I died
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Night Owl Poetry - Dorinda Duclos 