Muzzled

Inside is a book that begs to be written.

The portals are closed, still.

No phrase comes.

No, I won’t bid them come.

They are here. Waiting.

Until then .

A life, lived.

Lovers, loved.

Mem’ries perish

The morrows as yet, untarnished.

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