Unfinished stories,
Are pages
Torn straight
From the heart,
Etched in the mind,
With eyes closed.
These tales,
Shall traverse
The sands of time,
Seas of memories,
Unravelled mysteries,
Nights of silent cries.
You spoke,
Of finished stories,
Like lyrics to a song,
Un-sung,
My eyes follow
Straight to your soul.
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