He only loved me in my book before; I was Lucy Woods to his Gray Langdon. I was just a writer stuck in wild dreams, writing poetry and happy endings. But never became almost and almost became real. The hero of my book, his paper heart began to beat.
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Written Constellations
PoetryA constellation of prose, poetry, and verses spun together for a galaxy of love, life, heartache, and hope.
