I have to tell you, I fell in love at the bookstore,
The stranger swept past,
Shoulders lifting,
pulling down my word.
It is true I have to, tell you,
I saw with my own soul,
The whole world sneak in and snap, closed
his fingers smearing our stars, our words
He read me silent,
eyes tore through blurbs,
and i brushed my lips against his
fresh new pages, felt them burn
under the very words you sit, you are written well,
I fell in love at the bookstore but I did not, could not tell
for I have given you my word.
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