HER WORDS

                                              



Love a girl who writes

       and live her many lives;

       you have yet to find her,

       beneath her words of guise.


Kiss her blue inked fingers,

       forgive the pens they marked.

       The stain of your lips upon her-

       the one she can't discard.


Forget her tattered memories,

       or the pages others took;

       you are her ever after-

       the hero of her book.

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