I saw all of their pretty faces in a book
One big one
The books that collect dust, reading “clean me” on it’s cover
All the faces in line
Combined and waiting to be exposed
But no one wants to open tomes dust smothered
And for centuries…closed
The codex found it’s way on a trail
To a whole new world
Filled with pixels and combinations defined
But they all died waiting in line
Feb 18, 2011
Feb 18, 2011 at 9:03 PM UTC
I saw all of their pretty faces in a book
One big one
The books that collect dust, reading “clean me” on it’s cover
All the faces in line
Combined and waiting to be exposed
But no one wants to open tomes dust smothered
And for centuries…closed
The codex found it’s way on a trail
To a whole new world
Filled with pixels and combinations defined
But they all died waiting in line
