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Thumbing Olden Tomes

 
I thumb soft rosed blushes          
on worn parchment distressed.          
Feel angsty olde auras,          
absorb unholy mix~blessed.          
Inhale years of sorrow..          
crushed velvet page by page.          
Exhale yearns unfulfilled          
lineage'd on night's stage.          
           
All wonder resides here          
within somber ole' tomes.          
I spake inherent wisdoms          
from past inked, in croon.          
           
Wish all mine wane heartbeat-          
that I too shall foresee..          
future knowledge bleating,          
history as decreed.          
           
Linked strong anˈcestrally            
to ladies of mine line,          
'beg a favored boon then-          
to ken mine space in time.          
         
 
Written by darksighs
Published | Edited 10th Oct 2015
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