dusty,
the cover loose,
a page torn,
dog eared and read
over
and over again.
stained and
worn.
i like
an old bed, old
music.
an old friend.
i like what i know,
what
brings me comfort.
the old car
in the drive way,
how it starts up so easily
on a cold
morning.
not unlike you my love.
it's early i know,
but kiss me.
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