The Librarian

Oct 22, 2023
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In childhood I stole golden hours in books

and found in them

life and love and loss unfettered.

Beauty and tragedy and

Endless colors.

I opened each hungrily, tenderly, and fell in love

Over and over again.

Opening myself to whatever they held.

It was the first love I knew.

Do you think that people are like books?

Perhaps I could love them, then.

But the silence is unbearable.

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