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The Book That Stole Me
Fiddling thumbs
numbed the tip of my head
rubbed against words tossed carelessly
to miss the schedule
of my train of thoughts
and make a dull afternoon.
Not so in the morning
which beholds a book to spare my idling,
so pleasant I bite the sentences
to punctuate them in my heart
as the flesh becomes me.
The...