The Novel

Dog-eared pages, split binding

Torn cover, blurred words

Each sentence resurrected

From its chained position

Held captive to the scrutiny of eyes

Speckled dust jacket

With peeling text

Faded bug eaten cover

Protecting the water damaged contents

Fingers flip

Through crumbling pages

Leaving scars of being bent back

While stained rings of broken promises

Linger on thin, worn paper

The End

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