Written by 
The Copy Editor
You’re
Torn
Tattered
Pages,
That book I read
Over and Over
And Over again
Always finding something new
Within the familiar
Before I slip
Up, an accident
Or two
Tiny rips
No one witnesses
But me as I lie
In bed
Because you’re closed
To Them.
You’re
Worn,
A weathered
Cover
With smiles
That say: “I hold
sentimental value
To someone.
He holds me
In high esteem.”
But such
Understatements
Need a copy editor:
You’re Beautiful and Loved
So never fear—You’ll never
Be neglected
By Me.
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