A crumpled note
Left in the pocket of my old coat
The words not meant for me
But for the person I used to be
The person that signed
I didn’t know the name left behind
This note all torn and folded
Years of dust and eroded
Sweet to my ear, read aloud
A soft whisper among the crowd
A story best left untold
Yet it warms my hand to hold
Just that crumpled note
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Author:
Cheesencrackers (Pseudonym) (
Online) - Published: July 13th, 2026 13:56
- Category: Unclassified
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