I have come across ancient scrolls,
Carrying secrets down deep
Into the p_i_t_s of memory I
found them,
Thought _________ to be found,
-- now here.
As I skimmed through the writings,
Paper untorn,
but th
e wor
ds wer
e.
It SCREAMS of unrequited heart,
It
d
r
.
,
i
.
.
p
.
s
.
.
.
unshed tears.
I wished I could have seen,
How the scroll was written.
But it is a painful scene,
This scroll shall be hidden,
forgotten.
I make things NEW.
for YOU.
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