The Stories You Left Me With

You only told me stories to keep me. You only told me great hidden stories to keep me. And when I was kept, you left. And I was left alone with only all your great stories to read through. I sit in puddles of your stories, dipping my fingers in and out.

Their ink, stained in my dress
like secret letters
I can only read.

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