open it
page one
margin notes
ink dry
again
between chapters
shelf-worn
read twice
the paper knows your name
kept
lived in
yours
made with love
light in the dark
felt
again and again
every reader was waiting for this
by lamp light
soft cover
weathered
pages turned
before sleep
on long flights
near tea
every reader finds the words they needed
near rain
paper smell
ribbon kept
return to page 1
slow read
by the window
this copy is yours now
before bed
with you
yours alone
marked
blessed
the book remembers you
scribbled
copy that
two reads in
soft thumb
from the readers.
little notes from people who brought the books home.
every note here means the world. these are real readers, reaching back, and i keep them close, gentle reminders that my words found someone.
i keep coming back
to these pages
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