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  • I hoped the page would never
    turn from your fingers,
    grasping the words
    that shook my soul
    and spelt my name

    You held my name
    in one breath

    I was never interested in the ending
    In hindsight maybe foresight
    would of been better to keep in mind
    You were always on my mind
    I swear

    You never put down your pen
    long enough
    to think words become true
    written in ink
    A certain kind of permanence
    on a page, in a paragraph,
    in a laugh, your smile

    Our eyes
    holding the ocean
    seizing up words floating
    free, finally,

    This is what it feels like

    Paper strewn across water,
    voices stretching over words
    too difficult to speak aloud
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