When I look at you,I don't only see one book.I see a stack of anthologies.My own carefully curated collection of words.A cataclysm of what's goodin the world,condensed just for me;to unfold and unpack.In love with your wordplayyour style turns pages,locked into your symmetry.Your soul makes myfavorite plots, while your hairdangles, unloading the twistedparticiples in your […]
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