Bookarazzi
Dusty pages unfurling in the beam of sunlight
Sniffing every character just as the writer's soul
Ringing in the real fresh memory of Bookrack
Riped leaves hovering in Shakespearean style
Saddened to see the last page torn apart
The way gadgets have torn me from books apart...
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