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Another one from the scrapbooks. The primary reason that I haven’t really been posting any “new” stuff (or recently written, at least — it’s all new to you) is because I’ve been working on a longer work and that takes up all of my writing time. I plan on posting some excerpts once it’s nearer completion.

Instead of thinking that it’s something

Know that it’s everything.

***

One spine broken

Among many fresh

Screams

Cries

Mothers covering children’s eyes

This body isn’t on a TV screen.

***

The writer flew

Until the ground stopped him

One spine broken

Many bloody.

***

In his scrapbooks:

Poetry?

Prose?

They tell something no one knows.

***

The shelves watch over him.

You can’t judge a book by its cover,

But the cover of a book will judge you.

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