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By Laurel Ahlfeld Date: 2011 Dec 03 Comment on this Work [[2011.12.03.03.26.685]] |
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Tonight I opened the notebook you gave me Blank pages waiting to be filled Not another chapter Not another poem But another work entirely I sit alone on my bed And though you are one room away I can feel your love here So real Surrounding us in our home Filled with stories yet to be told And I will ink them all Starting tonight With this notebook and pen We begin again |