Books written, backwards.
Read right to left.
Colorless pages fall
sequenced to no end.
This is no comic
Book
This is life, my
life.
I twitch when
I see a new one.
And get my fix
The smell of pages makes me
wipe a tear
from my desert like eye.
The softness of pages
like the soft skin on your
hands, gliding down my arm.
The last page is turned
giving off ecstasy
as the school bell rings
FREEDOM for another day.
This book leaves no
bitter taste. In,
my mouth like
countless others
have.
















Comments
But omgggg;alskdjf. I love the smell of new book.
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Shut up and sleep with me.
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