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Volumes of Sensations

I find solace amongst my books

By Scarlett Bird Published about a year ago Updated about a year ago 1 min read
Volumes of Sensations
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Flecks of old paper fall on my lips, dancing with the coffee and toast

Shelves piled with unorganised spines, reds and browns form cityscapes

I reach for as many as I can, their leather soft but worn

They smell like dust and stories

The characters call to me in the whispers of the pages, yellowed and torn

love poems

About the Creator

Scarlett Bird

"But if the story's over, why am I still writing pages?"

-Taylor Swift

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