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Second Home

I live through the last lines in books. Thats where you could find me if you wanted to. Thats where I reside. I don't mind the dust. In fact, I've grown to befriend the lonely particles as well as the dog-eared pages I used to despise. But, still- If you want, you could find me. Only at the last line of books.
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pluto
American
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Aug 15, 2015
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#love#words#home#line#last#books#familiar#pluto
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