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Your page began

With what survived

A careful shape

Around the lie

You kept the date

You kept the room

But covered where

The damage bloomed

You left the line

But removed the wound

The page looked clean

Because I was not shown

I saw the space

Where truth had been

A strip of black

Across my skin

You made it read

Like nothing broke

A colder kind

Of letting go

Half of the sentence

Stayed under night

The rest of me

Was kept from light

You left the line

But removed the wound

The page stayed calm

Because I was not shown

I was the redacted part

The truth you made unread

Not what you crossed away

But what you never said

You left the line

But removed the wound

The story stood

Because I was not shown

All of the black

Still knows my name

What you covered

Did not change