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Books

the dust �
collects �
builds �
inch by inch �
as bystanders �
feather touch �
glance �
dare �
to briefly open �

the library �
so beautiful �
elegant �
books �
align the walls �
every genre �
in which one �
can imagine �
the atmosphere �
draws people near �
if only to inhale �
the historic scent �

the book of heart �
sits upon the shelf �
the cover so sensual �
enchanting �
one must touch �
as eyes �
read over the title �
and opening remarks �
so appealing �
alluring �
the mouth waters �
the tongue pleads �
to take a taste �

the first and second chapter �
are so well written �
the anticipation of more �
makes the mind and body �
tingle �
ache into the depths �
they anxiously await �
knowing they must �
read this magnificent �
story �
they turn the page �

so much detail �
too many pages �
the depth �
brings forth an �
overwhelming �feeling �
quickly the book �
is closed �
and placed back �
upon the shelf �

the craving �
so deep within �
to be read �
into the depths �
every page, every chapter �
until the end �
layer by layer �
even the messy �
truths �
to be dusted off �
and held so close
so tightly �
If for only �
a moment