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Memory
Stories, my favourite part.
Loved making them, i enjoyed that a lot.
I met someone along the way.
Her stories always put a smile on my face.
We had so much in common,
We decided to write a book.
About anything, anyone, as long as it was good.
We worked hard on it.
The days and nights were worth it.
She always gave her best, i wonder what was the purpose.
She got deeper as we progressed.
She wanted it to be good.
She rushed as if she had no time.
She had an unusual mood.
We finally done it.
We finished the book.
We argued on who will be the author.
"i want it to be you!"
We did not talk that day,
A couple of days had passed.
A box got into my mail.
I opened it fast.
It was the book we had written.
My name above hers.
Now i understand how much her modesty hurt.
I noticed her letters on the front page.
"A memento for you, dearest"
I fell down on my knees
Her words cut the deepest.
She had cancer, since the age of three.
I was so blind, i couldn't see.
She deserved the world, she was taken from me.
This book is all she left, a memoir or salvation.
Her awaited death was the reason for its creation.
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Loved making them, i enjoyed that a lot.
I met someone along the way.
Her stories always put a smile on my face.
We had so much in common,
We decided to write a book.
About anything, anyone, as long as it was good.
We worked hard on it.
The days and nights were worth it.
She always gave her best, i wonder what was the purpose.
She got deeper as we progressed.
She wanted it to be good.
She rushed as if she had no time.
She had an unusual mood.
We finally done it.
We finished the book.
We argued on who will be the author.
"i want it to be you!"
We did not talk that day,
A couple of days had passed.
A box got into my mail.
I opened it fast.
It was the book we had written.
My name above hers.
Now i understand how much her modesty hurt.
I noticed her letters on the front page.
"A memento for you, dearest"
I fell down on my knees
Her words cut the deepest.
She had cancer, since the age of three.
I was so blind, i couldn't see.
She deserved the world, she was taken from me.
This book is all she left, a memoir or salvation.
Her awaited death was the reason for its creation.
© All Rights Reserved
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