Written by Emily Harstone | March 7, 2017
“You can’t read them. Go home.”
He lived his life under glass.
We finally found worlds of adventure.
The secret entrance lies below section…
He buried himself between the books
Excuse me, where’s the adult section?
And she live happily ever after.
It was here she found comfort.
And I was never seen again.
Again the books grew restless.
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“You can’t read them. Go home.”
He lived his life under glass.
We finally found worlds of adventure.
The secret entrance lies below section…
He buried himself between the books
Excuse me, where’s the adult section?
And she live happily ever after.
It was here she found comfort.
And I was never seen again.
Again the books grew restless.