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  • Before you, I was a pretty cover and blank pages.

    Vignettes not worth developing.
    Fables told by tongues.
    Barren margins and clean lines.
    So shiny to peek at.

    Now, you've filled my pages
    Messy scribbles, coffee ring stains, long sighs, a business card of that place where you first asked to __ck me, the scrap of dignity left behind on the sink, silent screams, and unsaid words. Shopworn corners, looseleaf tatters, my covers coated in a sheen of finger oil and sweat.

    No longer gleaming
    but glowing.
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