What if,
You had been a novel,
Tucked carefully
Beneath the pillow
Of a girl
Sweet and young
Like you are?

What if,
You had been read,
And re-read then,
For you would have been
The most live and happiest
And sad
And real story,
Roses, freshly plucked,
Carefully stamped between your pages?

If
You had been this novel
Then
I'd have been that young girl,
And
The love would have been
All the same,
All the different.

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