Kept It

If I write her name in my mind, she’ll never die

Written until I can’t anymore, pay someone else

How many lines is she I can’t contain my hands, on these pages, I can only write a summary

Pancakes

Poetry

Thoughts in and felt like a silent breeze easy calm Sunday morning

Written forever in words kept.

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