Eighty
Love a girl who writes,
& live her many lives ;
you have 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 other took;
You are her Ever after -
The hero of her Book.
>>> Lang Leav
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