The Library

When do the deep, late
night musings crawl out
from the tattered pages?
When will the lore drip
from your quill?

When do I get to step
behind the hidden case,
slip into that dusty room
with the lift of a single book
from an untouched shelf in
the back corner of your mind?

– B.,‘we are all stories waiting to be read’

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