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Nov 2017
They idly sit upon my shelves;
Some collecting dust from years of neglect,
others with tears, stains, or crinkles
adorning their once pristine, white pages.
There are a select few I revisit frequently.
Yet, most are still strangers to me.
These are my only friends,
though Iā€™m positive if they could sprout legs,
they would leave me too.
SeaChel
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SeaChel  25/F/California
(25/F/California)   
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