Ruffling of pages
the thick dark book
livid content
sharp scalding words
a book
washed in history
of betrayal and war
birth and death
beginning without an end
drink it don't read
taste it don't feel
carry on don't complete
flourish it don't recede
it grows within you
and you drip
ages later
it lies on your shelf
hot and crisp
there's no end
it goes on
its a culture
a phenomenon
legend seeds from it
a world emanates from it.
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