Between the lines of rough drafts.

I remember back when we first met,
times I’m not sure I want to take back;
writing love letters, sent to be read
by people neither of us had met.

Scheming, one word we didn’t discover.
It starts with one and ends with the other.
I think in English, it’s said “recover”.
We learned we’d been writing to each-other.

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