Bits and PiecesA Poem by CorsetThere is a singular grace in every silent vow(el) that was worth it In every yo(u) understood every trip or distance tra(verse)d by an encyclopedia In every flight or fight syndrome at the prologue of every book knowing that there is a chance at every beginning of every story there will be hope that the villain will see the light and be somehow redeemed by some small flicker of conscience. The guy will always get the girl of his dreams in the end the girl never gets the guy but still somehow finds a better part of herself in not doing so. This is the way of stories and books they will break the waybread and walk off into the sunset leaving a small trail of crumbs for us to follow.
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