Quarter Verse 


I was always an open book. But you took too long to find me. When you did, every word on every page faded into oblivion. I still live on in the corners of soft ivory blankness. 

You can’t read she who knows not how to write.
You can’t hear she who exists in silence.
You can’t see she who doesn’t meet your eye.
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