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I'm a book, my covers,
Golden and pretty, embroidered with flowers,
My title, brings a smile upon one,
The golden book, had won;

One opens up the book,
And instead of beautiful letters, there's a rusty hook,
Instead of sweet letters, there is splashes of dark ink,
The pages decaying, the person heart is about to sink;

The person turns the page,
Only to find thorns, dry with age,
They reach for the person's hand,
Beckoning, "Be my friend!"

The person throws the book aside,
Saying, "That book I should destroy and hide,"
So the person grabs the book, and throws it into the fire,
And as the person watches, letters of diamond form out on the page, those that others can admire..




By Mishka Wayz




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