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I hear you’re an open book

But I still can’t read you.



Words gushing past, frenzied.

Maybe the pages are turning too fast

Maybe I’ve missed too many chapters

Maybe all of you is in a foreign language

Maybe parts of you are in a hundred different languages

Every time I learn one, I’m confused again.

Every time I understand you, I’m confused again.

But then we blend together rapidly,

Our words morph.

Our stories morph.

This chapter speaks my language –

The last chapter speaks my language.

I am your last chapter.


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