a new book came for me
in the mail.
unwrapped, it waited patiently
until my time was somewhat
free.
and now, I've started
devouring its words,
swallowing each line whole,
and delighting in its story.
soon, the feast will be over.
but a new one can easily be set,
with silver covers, encasing the
meaty story within,
and my fingers prizing forth
the newest pages.
but for now, I'll keep
devouring and digesting.
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