Bound and Unbound.

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Frayed edges. Fading verse.
Withering, yellow, moth-eaten being.
Blotchy, dusty and falling apart at the seams,
Bound no more having bound many woe-begotten dreams.

Dried ink set in time, crumbling to dust.
Drunk with secrets from days of yore.

Fragile, delicate, radiating power,
An unfolding menagerie of words, fiction, lies, some truths, 
Papercuts galore.

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