sinking mire
14 July 2007I adore the smell of old agingbooks.It's wise & yellowing pages barelyatomically intact.the closest odor to the meaningof 'home'.spinal withering becons me tospeak comely.How holy the faded printbreathes!I will lay within you for thecoming days.entwining with your binding dailybestow me.
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14 July 2007
I adore the smell of old aging
books.
It's wise & yellowing pages barely
atomically intact.
the closest odor to the meaning
of 'home'.
spinal withering becons me to
speak comely.
How holy the faded print
breathes!
I will lay within you for the
coming days.
entwining with your binding daily
bestow me.
Post a Comment