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Submitted:Oct 10, 2012 Reads: 4 Comments: 1 Likes: 1
the sun shining, the clouds are moving
the books, are tied
tied to the pier
old rope, knotted around their spine
drifting, floating
back, forwards,side to side
these books are tied, tied to the pier
there words are crumbling
becoming to chaotic for the world
let them go, set free they free need to be
un- tie the ropes,knotted around their spines
the clouds are hovering, the sun is moving
tied these books are, set them free.
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