Why I Write

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One cold night last January

When you said my name aloud

Huddled in the shadows of my room

I dared to write to you 

Stealthily I scribbled these words:

Please come back

I filled the lines of my sweet ledger

with this forbidden melody

And on this day I confess to you:

"This is why I write."

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