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I'm Old & Rotten

I am made up of rotten pages,
spelt ink,
and old smells.

Once I sat upon a pretty little book shelf
crisp and new.
My pages
none were torn or tattered,
but with passing of time
I became old
cracked,
falling apart.

With centuries that passed
many hands touched my binder
fumbled my pages
and reading my print.

Once never to be forgotten
now I'm old,
rotten,
and time has forgotten,
my importance,
my countenance,
my change.
Written by GothPlusHeartBeat
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