The power of books
The pages are old but the meaning is forever young
the pages are crinkled and brown by the upmost affection
the only thing that can fill the silence without making noise
fictional or real its a mini world of knowledege
best with a blanket and a warm glass of milk
you can rule the world if used everyday
you can go places and meet people without moving
you can become anything you want to be
if it was one thing I would ever need
my rusty, dusty beautiful BOOK
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