All I Need
Bound in paper, pages new
Scent of ink, black or blue,
Spine cracks open, loosening glue,
Hardback, paperback, written by who?
Books on a self, a whole library's worth,
All I need is a book and a cozy hearth,
To sit with some characters, their stories unfurled,
In my wake, I've left a self bare,
So please excuse me while I start on that shelf over there.
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