in love with her words.
her
voice,
how she puts her thoughts
onto paper.
i'll never
meet her, never hold
her hand,
or kiss her on the lips
as we passionately
embrace
our love
of literature,
but as long as she
keeps writing, i'll
find her
books, her essays,
her poetry.
i'll keep turning each
clever page,
i'll keep dining
on her turn
of every phrase.
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