Corners curled

A poem

Your corners are curled
The oils from a hundred pairs of hands
Have soaked through your skin
Leaving your fibres
Tarnished

Your broken-in spine
Is old and tired
It won’t ever be the same again

Your pages are many
Counted in years
Careworn
Not torn
But your corners have become curled

B Philippe

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