Redefining TragedyA Poem by Brooke
My being is a book,
A tragedy at best. I like being able to rip out the pages, Pretending they have never existed. My print is small and fine, In a language completely mine. My chapters are a mess, I show some wear and tear. Quite a lot of damage, But I promise I am rare. The first and only edition, My cover is misleading. And despite my poor condition, I urge you to keep reading. © 2017 BrookeAuthor's Note
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