The Notebook.

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The worn, torn, Red note book,

Sits in silence all alone.

Hiding stories from in and out,

Stories it had witnessed right through out.

I want to open it and read all its witnesses

But its pages are welded tight.

This closed,thin bound book,

Stares and glares defiantly every night.

This worn, torn red note book

Came from a beautiful loved past life.

Closed, it keeps our secrets hidden,

Safe from any past lived strife.

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In response to today’s word prompt Witness.