Perched on dark oak
Gold eyes scan the world below
Snowy owl takes flight
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Candy Hart
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The book by its cover
I feel like a used book that you only picked up because you liked the cover. You ran your fingers along my spine then decided I was good enough to take home. But when you opened me up and realized how tattered my pages were you tried to return me at once.
By Candy Hartabout a year ago in Poets
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