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243.

9 Jul

There are two hundred & forty-three books in this stack,
each one more precious than the last.
I collect these lost souls in airports,
thrift stores, web browsers, shops.
I invite them inside to tell me their story,
and we laugh and cry together,
wrapped up in each other’s good graces.
All the while they do not know how
desperately in need I am for what they offer.

An infectious need for love
that will never leave me.

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