Book

With or without understanding words 
Written on my pages that not my concern 
After grating between two fingers
You may turn over from one to another  
I am not in pain at all nor am I here 
To tell you the meaning of meaning 
I hold in-between two lines 
Nor do I give you advices to re-open 
Or to close the chapters, it is up to you 
As I am not only for ideas arranged 
In alphabetical order by the names  
Of topics or authors and kept in libraries 
I am more than those: a living symbol
Of your weakness in hearing, a sign 
Of your forgetfulness: a burning example
Of incapacity of your memory and speech
Before misbehaving with me remember this.

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