Thick old books
With covers brown
And parched to crumbs
Just like my lips
With yellow souls
Dry yellow souls
That once were white
That once were clean
Like me
But we’re both special now
And rare
With covers brown
And parched to crumbs
Just like my lips
With yellow souls
Dry yellow souls
That once were white
That once were clean
Like me
But we’re both special now
And rare
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.
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