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点击复制She never wrote her thoughts in lines
No journals kept no written signs
Yet I have read her every page
In scars in laughs in quiet age
She spoke in looks not ink or speech
And still her lessons daily teach
The way she paused the way she stirred
More eloquent than printed word
I carry chapters in my spine
Where every move reflects her sign
Her silence bound me cover-tight
And turned my wrongs to something right
So if I ever write my name
Its stitched with hers in unseen flame
The book she never dared to start
Now beats inside my borrowed heart