On my dresser
I keep your book
It has a heavy binding
But a new look
The cover is glossed
And shining
With a meaning that proves abstract
This book
Upon my dresser
Is shut and locked
I mean to move it now
To the drawer
But I dare not
The book is closed
An unfortunate fact
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A/N:
Oh for the love of metaphor in the healing process.
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Sincerely,
-DarthPadre
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