I'll tear this page out
When I finish writing it
But if you're reading this
It means I'm playing with you love
In honor of this ephemeral
Immortal day on which I
Wanted you to find these words
Not forgotten by their writer
Rediscovered by their reader
In some old book or drawer
Hardly enough space to express
My ripped-up love for you
And yet they do
See I've put back all the pieces
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