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HappenstanceI'm a book bound to myself, eager to express. Forlorn, sedentary on a shelf. My jacket concealed behind dust, like the early first snow conceals a rose. Hinges guard text. Anxious for an embrace, to be held beneath light, to unfold my soul. ... | 39 Views added 5 months ago | Rating |
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