my fingers caress the leather bound bounty
library stacks stretching to infinity
search for my name and on a dusty shelf,
in a darkened nook dog eared and stained
full of poetic prophecies scribbled in the margins
I see my tome of destiny, bound by threads of fate
tattered at the spine and next to it, a "book" of love
thin pamphlet, warped by tears and left to dry
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