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A quill dipped slowly into the ink well,
candle flickering and brow sweating,
he furiously penned his love.
Through the night love spilt it's soul,
pages blurred into a manual.
beckoned a new day,
the pen dropped as a dead man.
His head raised from the stained wooden desk,
the stack before him presenting a puzzle.
Dying embers of the night's fires renewed,
as he fed them his manual of heart,
and heart released,
it is time for healing.
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Gratitude to the following:
My sincere gratitude to my dear friend, True One, for allowing me to publish his prose from his 'From My Heart' collection.
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