Beautiful books
Singing out their lovely words,
Quite like birds
My favorite character dies, so I hurl it against the wall, *bang*
It lies there on the floor, begging me to reclaim it's magical pages
Dear Hemingway once informed me that there is no better friend than a book
Shall I begin again?
Of course I will, if only for the sadness to end. But then also, will the joy.
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