there are so many things that will never happen
they could fill a book
a book hammer bound
as with vellum as page
thick, stiff, the smell of must
the author, dust
May 30, 2013
May 30, 2013 at 9:59 PM UTC
there are so many things that will never happen
they could fill a book
a book hammer bound
as with vellum as page
thick, stiff, the smell of must
the author, dust
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