Two Thousand And Eight

A book.

Those paperless pages at hands of fingertips,

turning, as ink scattered the first few,

a pen let lose intoxicated. 

Three pages fabricated history.

 a prologue to the priceless beginning.

Page four chapter one: two thousand and eight.

 

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Mercy ►

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