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she is held captive by their past
memories of him etched eternally
on the pages of her brain
gentle touch, loving smile, innocent glance
still vivid, Time has not erased the images.

like an antique book, the weathered pages
that she thumbs through in her mind hold
chapters of stolen kisses,
nights under a diamond sky,
the warmth of the sheets around them.

when will the captor release his hostage?
when will love's story wear off the pages of time?