ya know, that one book that you can leave open without holding the pages down, no matter how close to the beginning or end you may be. The book that you’ve read numerous times, but forget the name to, only to pick it up and read it again. That book that follows you everywhere, and will probably end up in the bookcase when you buy an apartment. The book that opens pretty, ya know?
Why is it, when I’m looking for my Book That Opens Pretty, I mean specifically looking for it, is it lost to the world, gone from existence, not in the bookshelf?
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Long live the KING
Tomorrow dawns in darkness
Because I could not stop for death
he kindly stopped for me
The carriage held but just ourselves