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My New Old Book

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A New Old Book

I see the cover not knowing what to think
It opens itself up to me
The fine print black on white
The smell of salt as if tears have been shed on its pages
As if...
The book has its own story
I read then turn the page
Crackle
On I go tasting the fragrance of mildew radiating off of the pages
The dry pages resting on my skin hardly feeling as if anything is there
On I read





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messie.egghead said...
Sept. 2, 2009 at 8:07 pm
i really, really like this.
 
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