The world is one great big library.
A library made of people,
Stories,
In the street,
We meet new ones every day,
We pick and choose,
Most we discard,
Maybe the cover,
Perhaps the paper,
Or even the dust covering everything.
Yet I get this,
Terrifying and dangerous.
NEED
DESIRE
A Greed.
A Greed and need to learn every single one of these people,
Peak inside their book.
Their story.
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