by Erin Hanson 🌟


She has a bookshelf for a heart,
And inks run through her veins,
She'll write you into her story,
With the typewriter in her brain.

Her bookshelf is getting crowded,
With all the stories that she has penned,
Of the people who flickered through her pages,
And closed the book before the end.

And there's one pushed to the very...