Come in if you dare

Here lay I,
 Upon this overreaching cliff,
 Nothing but blood and bone within
 Deep abandonment.
 Take heed of my warning:
 Search willfully
 For I betray none
 And offer no secrets.
 Disfigure, curse, plunder,
 I care not.
 My only need
 Is the comforting smell of
 Old books and the words within them.
 The touch of soft leather covers, 
 The smooth worn pages,
 Warmth of a childhood long gone.
 Come in if you dare
 I offer none,
 But Wisdom. 


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