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I am journal unknownVerses unspokenVolume unbound

And I am no reference, no indexNot fiction, but inventionAnd written with untutored hand,I am altered, unfinished,Manuscript, not print andAnnotated extensively

Proof my text aloud thatI may linger on your lipsRead my verse with careSo that I may meet your eyesTurn my pages one by oneAnd rest me in your handsLearn my lines exactly suchThat you know me by heart.

Amend me, append meEdit me, extend meConclude my vain adventureSo that I may end with youFor i am no monologue