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I love the smell of old, battered books
cause they were, when you were
they're steeped in your breath
The air was cleaner
when you were
I didn't manage to be
when your body was
but I feel
like those books
so full of your breath
of your voice
of your soul
I can scratch the door
to the Garden Lodge
with my pain and anger
But the paint under my nails
will be washed soon
I can pour the water from Geneva Lake
into little bottle
and keep it close
to my heart
near this organ
Without this organ I couldn't live
but I could be alive
if I deserve on it
But the shortest way to get to know you
is to hear
to listen to you
Love You
cause they were, when you were
they're steeped in your breath
The air was cleaner
when you were
I didn't manage to be
when your body was
but I feel
like those books
so full of your breath
of your voice
of your soul
I can scratch the door
to the Garden Lodge
with my pain and anger
But the paint under my nails
will be washed soon
I can pour the water from Geneva Lake
into little bottle
and keep it close
to my heart
near this organ
Without this organ I couldn't live
but I could be alive
if I deserve on it
But the shortest way to get to know you
is to hear
to listen to you
Love You
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I know it's completely off topic (sorry!), but hw do you add a photo to your writing?