the thick
book comforts you.
slowly
turning each
page,
not wanting it
to end too
soon.
you want to savor
the middle,
the beginning
and end.
it waits for
you
at the end of
a day.
on the night stand,
next to
the lamp.
in reaching
distance
for your tired
hand.
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