words come off the page of past
erased one at a time like
the fading of a sunsoaked chair
hard to remember when they came.
unseen the dicates of love appears
in words and thoughts of others
rewriting, the novel begins to change
the plot once planned now foiled
emerging future paper and pen
the new script begins to appear
like lemon on parchment held over the flame,
a story will end like all fairy tales should.
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