slow
again
after midnight
some sentences are doors
in the margins
blanket up
the late hours
alone with it
stay a while
in the quiet
softly read
two more pages
remember this
kept
read it twice
still up
the night reads with you
blanket close
reading lamp
the long quiet
single bulb
papercut
the moth
the paper holds the ache
dust slow
on the porch
awake still
by the window
on the train
on long drives
the night belongs to readers
bookmark gone
page-bend
you are not alone in this
a long sentence
slow chapter
the page knows you came back
weight of paper

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