by Rory Baldwin
Oh, sweet script, my long lost love,
I've longed to see your lettered grace
and eloquence upon each page
which no man's speech can e'er replace.
Intoxicating words, you write,
of warmth, desire and embrace;
I cannot help but imbibe
such honey in this lonely space.
I've longed to feel along and smell
the leather bindings which encase
such
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