
You remind me of a bookmark.
expensive, tucked neatly in-between fine papers,
gorgeous, yet never the attention,
formed, without a meaning.
rolereplaced by receipt/napkin of convenient
by the blaseharriedvoraciousevil reader,
banished to favorite (one after virgin) novel
to sit lovingly in yellowing uncoated offset stock.
In books, never the words or the world.
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