peer into ink and paper minds
disect the brains of the poet cadavers.
copies of books
right from the press
clones of human nature
distributed to the masses
added to the shelves
these copies in time
paper thin, full of lines
faces, fonts, duplicated spines.
steal from the storehouse
peruse the clones
stuck ageless in a forever mine.
read their thoughts
words of a people
a person between the covers.
i'm an author. i am a clone.
shrug. day one of blog. completed.
I've totally read a form of this before. (:
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