Crack open that old book.

that smell.

a pungent, crisp smell that comes with a feeling. 

it has aged since you last touched its brittle leaf.

 

as you turn the pages of the past

you get this warm soothing feeling.

and you know that while reading,

it is a must to compliment those precious words with melodies from the heart.

 

brush the hair from the face,

let out a sigh of heartbreak.

 

you finished,

and wish to read it all over again.

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