July 10, 2016

On the shelf.

By No Tall Stories

You’re late again.

The smell of old books

on your breath.

Once a reader

always a reader..

So I’ve been told.

The ink smudges on your collar

give you away.

But I only have myself

to blame,

I don’t keep books at home.

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