'books'
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I've read the book The Little Prince.
I didn't quite understand it at first.
I've read it the second time since,
Understanding the pilot's thirst.
I realized it made fun of adults,
hearing stories of the
Unbroken
revealing everyones
True Colors
looking past the grand parties of
The Great Gatsby
Books are nice aren’t they? With just one sentence you can get lost in all sorts of dreams. A flurry of emotions and despair scribbled into a compacted ancient device capable of shifting mountains and minds.
At first glance
A pretentious, hypocrite
With a disposition to be horny
Elio Elio Elio
Twisting words so compelling
Oh,
How much fun
it is to be around it.
The luxury it lives in
With words
Making life
Out for the ones
Who are in the depths of despair.
Brings out
The reality among
The fantasies.
I shelved my memories of you - warm as old paper, edged in gilt,
overflowing their rows like the books in the shops we wandered:
pages tinted the color of a century, crackling at a touch,
A false memory
The chessboard, the white knight
Almost in the same instant
Victory
An enormous volume of noise
Even as it started
News had run round the streets like magic
