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VINTAGE BOOKS

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Parts 12
Time 1h 46m

Mature

i don't think you would understand 
the severity of how much i fell for you
like how all these vintage books
captivated my heart; umbrage heart-poured tragedies 
opened my eyes; wandered the misty world 
i've been blindly tracing
each time i flip its every pages,
felt like a broken glass of grief
i never want it to end,
but rather to turn broad
just like my wide affection to you
and at the very time,
i never thought you'd be
the last story i'll read over and over
i never knew that
the one i'd be willing to retell forever 
was you.

-VINTAGE BOOKS (Collection of short stories by Eyigrief)All Rights Reserved

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