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Perhaps PerhapsClose and warm,Perhaps Perhaps
Thumbed through,
Smudged and torn- Held so dear, filled to the brim With anger, love, sadness, fear,
But lost along the way.
Perhaps on a park bench,
Left out in the cold. Perhaps it fell, spiraling Flying open its pages To the cold hard ground.
Perhaps it was stolen! *gasp* By some admirer or curious passerby.
But maybe, just maybe It new its time and place And thought you needed to grow And walked away.
Perhaps it had a mind of its own And thought you needed new white pages To fill to the bri
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