In the secondhand shop book section I open the front covers, looking for inscriptions Written with love, books given as gifts For birthdays or chosen from Christmas lists It breaks my heart to see these books given away Lingering on the shelves in this limbo of a place Did the previous owners downsize? Or did someone else clean house after they died? I buy them, even if they're not what I typically read And pretend those handwritten messages were meant for me
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