the bleached spine
hides its name
and stains
discolour
its image
the pages
are torn
creased
and thumbed
from over-use
and abuse
now
it gathers
dust
and waits
to be
recycled
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the bleached spine
hides its name
and stains
discolour
its image
the pages
are torn
creased
and thumbed
from over-use
and abuse
now
it gathers
dust
and waits
to be
recycled
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November 4, 2010 at 2:18 am
Tina
Excellent poem!
Terrific title.
I enjoyed reading this very much!
Tina