the house
sags
with the weight of books.
the ink
heavy
on the page, the covers
thick,
the markers
stiff in place.
the house
bends with the knowledge
of so much
fixing
of hearts, of pain.
bring me
adventure,
bring me mark twain.
bring me
something light and easy
for a change.
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