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Unfinished

Just as dog-eared pages appear fanciful,
proving that someone found worth
in the written word, and fully intends
to return,
I find sanctuary in the unfinished
and pity those that read the last word.

I may not ever author a hard bound
testament of imagination,
but as a dreamer, my journal
will always be unfinished.
Each last page, from the chapters
I invent, will have no punctuation
and shall carry the scar
of a corner turned down.

And in this, may someone always find me
ready to return to their time.

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15 thoughts on “Unfinished

  1. Rachelle, Shanna just showed me ur site. I love it. You are very talented. I am so glad you and Shanna are friends, have a great day.

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