my pages are wrinkled
covered in words
both typewritten and not
with the scent of a thousand fingers
claiming their place in my story;
I’m not a trendy new novel
I’m the classics you keep coming back to
and you’ve even memorized some of my words
because they managed to burn their way
into your heart and mind.
Don’t you see, darling?
I’m your favorite book
not just another story on your shelf
that you read once and then
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