A manuscript of you
You know what you are like?
A manuscript, carefully woven,
each word a pearl I gathered,
stringing them together
to hold the shape of you.
I trace your sentences softly,
as if my touch could enliven your essence —
in every line, i hear your heart beat,
every pause a chasm,
where I fall deeper into you.
And though the story feels unfinished,
I keep returning to its pages—
because some manuscripts
are written not to end,
but to be lived through, again and again.
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