many pass you..... trapped beneath that valley of intellect. horn-rimmed intellect. they no longer turn you, turn to you. choosing instead to boot up, log-on, refresh. Now they are radiated. but I will follow you every night in my bed I will hold you close. falling asleep to your words. Many have loved and lost and loved and lost again, but I was hooked when I first laid eyes on your paperback.
Reason for writing:
My first love was books
Birth sign: Virgo
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