As long as you relegate me
to the third person
I can remain in your jail
unwanted, unaccepted
blotted away as the ink fails
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As long as you write of me
he,she
or it
then I can’t exist
in your word’s orbit
***
As long as you close the book
you classify me
old, dusty, archived
no memory’s smile
when you chance by
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you hope that love
of the brown pages
becomes impotent
delving into me
time not well spent