My heart's desire

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Today I'll tell you a story;

 A story never told. 

It's about a beautiful girl,

Who wrote.

Her eyes,

An abyss.

Her fingers' touch,

A healing. 

Her thoughts,

Speak to me.

Her lips,

Move obscurely.

I remember the way she looked 

When she made me memorable. 

I remember the way she looked 

When she broke me;

It broke her too.

Oh my heart's desire! 

I love her! 

She's so close, yet so far. 

You see dear reader,

She made me.

Quite literally.

She wrote me.

Quite literally.

She gave me life.

Quite literally.

And I

Reach out to her. 

Will you help me, 

Help me out of this book 

That she writes me in? 

Help me out of the world 

She made for me? 

Please do!

Before she 

takes my life. 

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