Was it ever rare
such a craving
for a faint memory
a lone bond
found in a book
Eyes waters
a reason wanders
That deep stare…
… a mere outburst
Of a hidden story
perhaps a parody
a heart open by ghosts
healing in mistrust
The notion about no one
in a library of pale books
A new fable in my looks
Seeking odds on a far moor
It was never rare
such a yearning
for a far infatuation
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