Mr Cam (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} camsdiner) wrote,@ 2007-01-02 15:00:00 |
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used book
Creased spine, broken.
A jacket drapes over its spine
like clothing, my fingers press into
the same faded words every night.
Pages fall open.
Double doors fall open.
An invitation inside—
the truth as yellow and wrinkled
as the skin of the dancers
who reveal themselves.
Creased spine, broken.
A jacket drapes over its spine
like clothing, my fingers press into
the same faded words every night.
Pages fall open.
Double doors fall open.
An invitation inside—
the truth as yellow and wrinkled
as the skin of the dancers
who reveal themselves.
