My Old Words
Location
My thumb is
genty caressed by
two hundred and
fifty pages.
Caught on one,
my eyes whisper
over the paper.
The top left hand
corner is stained
with the words
"of existence."
then, nothing.
the rest is
My thumb is
genty caressed by
two hundred and
fifty pages.
Caught on one,
my eyes whisper
over the paper.
The top left hand
corner is stained
with the words
"of existence."
then, nothing.
the rest is
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