I am journal unknown Verses unspoken Volume unbound And I am no reference, no index Not fiction, but invention And written with untutored hand, I am altered, unfinished, Manuscript, not print and Annotated extensively Proof my text aloud that I may linger on your lips Read my verse with care So that I may meet your eyes Turn my pages one by one And rest me in your hands Learn my lines exactly such That you know me by heart. Amend me, append me Edit me, extend me Conclude my vain adventure So that I may end with you For i am no monologue
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