The scent of dust and
how the minuscule particles look
when the sunlight reflects on the
second page of your favorite chapter ,
how you inhale the words' fragrance ,
how you twirl each page as if
opening a door to a new home ,
how you don't harken to your
mother calling out your name .
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Puisi" where she is the queen " At this point, my words don't even mean anything, my lines are random, my meanings are all over the place, my endings are left in the middle. I've not the slightest idea if I can compose something coherent. It all feels li...
