so many books Jun 22, 2008

We open and shut like books some times and our margins are scrawled in with notes. We are always reading others and judging by covers and lost in the pages of life. We get wet and then dry and are warped at the sides and our gold leaf is losing its shine. We're afraid of mistakes that we cannot erase but forget that we have so much left. We search for the truth and lose bits of our youth but we find more than ever we lost. When our book has been bound and we're put in the ground--

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so many books

all writing, chronological
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