page turner
reading herself like a book,
pages yellowed from time, dog-
eared here there, where
a quotable smattering
gushed out worthy. she fills
the volume within without;
cover worn from handling
carelessly tenderly by yesterday's
sticky hands impatient
to read the next chapter.
pages yellowed from time, dog-
eared here there, where
a quotable smattering
gushed out worthy. she fills
the volume within without;
cover worn from handling
carelessly tenderly by yesterday's
sticky hands impatient
to read the next chapter.
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