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The black book.

The little black book

where she jolts down all

fiction, real and dreamy

sorrowful, tearful and exciting, cries.

Today the book mourns

cries out, ideas not forthcoming

Her tears mingling

with that of the owner

as she tearfully opens

Her heart, emotions so raw, so visceral

Her mind, thoughts so hazy

Her world, wishing it to be

in line with the Lord’s.

 

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