I have always been an open book to you
I allowed you to read me so that you may know me.
I dedicated each chapter of my life for your mind and heart
I gave you footnotes for every detail of my life.
The landscapes of my heart and mind were gifts that I had freely given
I had hoped that you would learn something precious from me.
Instead you read the book of June as though it is in Latin
Reading the words, but clearly not comprehending.
June FeirCruz
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