A Wonderful Addiction.
Why do aged books
Smell like opium?
A scent that is wafted
(Frail as lint)
Taste the imagery
Of their rotting
Believing in words.
Afraid of the consequences,
When the words are applied.
Leaned back in a chair
A desire for blank air
Blank like an infant notebook page.
This rare beauty…in death.
When the pen
Its final breath.
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