Lang Leav
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.
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