Composed 4/19/14
Description: (Day 19 of NaPoWriMo) My friend and I explored the mall and the bookstore today, which instigated a book-buying kick (for me anyway).
I grasp smooth binds like children’s hands
And let them unfold inside my palms
Each finger so crisp, white, clean
They fall free and lead me away
To love songs and laments, to curses and psalms
To the depths of minds and distant lands
They grasp tight ‘til journey’s end
Often though reaching again
Wrinkling with age and love
Scraps of Paper 
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