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To you I want to be an open book want you to pick me up, dust me off, take another look But my pages haven't been traced in ages not by fingertips or by faces open me up I don't care if you have to crack my spine If that's what it takes to see through this cover o mine then snap me open and lace your fingers, let traces linger over the calligraphy carved into my core match the curve of my vertebrae with questions that ask me if i am my metaphor I have a plethora of pages, an abundance of euphemisms inscribed into my essence, in a sense I AM words words that are not satisfied with being scanned words with a hunger to be studies, syllogized words that wish to be read over and eaten by ravenous eyes and enfamished minds Scour the syllables ensconced in me etch and re-etch them with your pen hold the precious print close to your skin be a hungry page, and let the ink sink deeper in I'll be a book and you be my scribe look so close at my words that you lose sight of the divide seek and discover my heart inscribed in every letter every line
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Feb 12, 2013
Feb 12, 2013 at 3:55 PM UTC
My heart inscribed
To you I want to be an open book want you to pick me up, dust me off, take another look But my pages haven't been traced in ages not by fingertips or by faces open me up I don't care if you have to crack my spine If that's what it takes to see through this cover o mine then snap me open and lace your fingers, let traces linger over the calligraphy carved into my core match the curve of my vertebrae with questions that ask me if i am my metaphor I have a plethora of pages, an abundance of euphemisms inscribed into my essence, in a sense I AM words words that are not satisfied with being scanned words with a hunger to be studies, syllogized words that wish to be read over and eaten by ravenous eyes and enfamished minds Scour the syllables ensconced in me etch and re-etch them with your pen hold the precious print close to your skin be a hungry page, and let the ink sink deeper in I'll be a book and you be my scribe look so close at my words that you lose sight of the divide seek and discover my heart inscribed in every letter every line
LuminUmbra
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LuminUmbra
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Feb 12, 2013
Feb 12, 2013 at 3:55 PM UTC
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