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To me they're not

by @raylene-lu

Letters? They're squashed fossils, preserved in layered stone Sentences? They're subtitles to a video uploading inside our minds Paragraphs? They're lined paths we sprint across unfolding adventure Pages? They're sheets of ice with squiggly cracks our eyes pierce through, diving into open sea Novels? They're the thickest fans that cool flames of angry loneliness Series? They're a family of pet magpies pecking each other on their shelves if not placed neatly
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Mar 14, 2017
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Books? They're really not. Everything's so popular makes me just want something of my own. It's like I like books but I don't read what everyone else usually reads. I don't follow the trend, so they should be called something else for me, if that makes any sense at all.

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