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It's strange, at times, I find What books can mean to me. My life, inside, reflected back Almost instantly. They rest on shelves, holding knowledge Almost timidly. How can it be, their wisdom rings In eternity?
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Oct 1, 2014
Oct 1, 2014 at 6:20 AM UTC
westside of eden
It's strange, at times, I find What books can mean to me. My life, inside, reflected back Almost instantly. They rest on shelves, holding knowledge Almost timidly. How can it be, their wisdom rings In eternity?
Every time I pick up east of eden, it seems like I'm reading bits of my own story. It's such an amazing book!
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Oct 1, 2014
Oct 1, 2014 at 6:20 AM UTC
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