The One

Butterflies, birds,
blanks and lined
I sought the best,
that I could find
I carried each
away with me
to peruse alone
while sipping tea
thirteen virgins
stacked high-
and I
beheld and touched
till satisfied
the one to be
receiver of 
every epiphany
confidante, companion, lover, friend
perfect match for my favorite pen
I love them all
to the very end
then I toss each aside,
I won’t pretend
thirteen narrowed 
down to 
this search for the next 
is finally done. 
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