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| My Life, an open book |
| My Life is like an open book Its cover battered and torn throughout the ages Chapter and verse is solely constructed From every thought and memory I have of you On every page, a painted sunrise Since you entered my life With every paragraph my smile widens The sentences are long and flowing Like the auburn hair that cascades down your back The words, though short and sweet Are deep and meaningful, like our very souls The letters rhythmically divided With the beating of our hearts I truly hope that this is a story that will never end... |
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