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#WritcoPoemPrompt16
The pages of my old book,
Hold my memories of yesterday,
Every smile, every tear,
Every person who came my way.
But ink is vanishing now,
Exiling...
The pages of my old book,
Hold my memories of yesterday,
Every smile, every tear,
Every person who came my way.
But ink is vanishing now,
Exiling...
