Schlepping every day in the stacks
A grain-grind that mocks my attempts
Holy the smell,
used fiction and non,
There is no greater comfort than words
that have
what I dont
Schlepping every day in the stacks
A grain-grind that mocks my attempts
Holy the smell,
used fiction and non,
There is no greater comfort than words
that have
what I dont
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