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This page was blank and then I wrote on it,
I wrote words,

These words.

And I love them,
For being here,
For being mine,
They cannot leave,
They cannot betray,
These words are mine,
Even though so many people have said them before,
It was not in this order,
It was not written down.
These are mine.

Can I have them?
Do I own them?

This page is just as blank as it always has been.