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I’ve become a believer in the gods of small rooms And I’ve come to befriend the librarians in every town I pass through I’m a firm follower of the books on my nightstand and the childhood that got away from me Some day I’ll learn about the reality of the matters in the big wide sky But for now I’m a believer in everything one might imagine could possibly join the bindings of a romance novel.
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Jul 7, 2022
Jul 7, 2022 at 6:07 PM UTC
Philosophy and the stack of books on my nightstand
I’ve become a believer in the gods of small rooms And I’ve come to befriend the librarians in every town I pass through I’m a firm follower of the books on my nightstand and the childhood that got away from me Some day I’ll learn about the reality of the matters in the big wide sky But for now I’m a believer in everything one might imagine could possibly join the bindings of a romance novel.
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Jul 7, 2022
Jul 7, 2022 at 6:07 PM UTC
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