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.

– Lang Leav



About giadre

My life could be packed into simple words- I live to be uncommonly well.
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