Foreign Book

I was probably written in another language 
So I rewrote myself in every possible way 
You still couldn't quite grasp the meaning 
You tossed me on the ground 
Bending my beautiful pages 
Hurting my delicate spine
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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