Let them pick themselves,
I’ll stand at a shelf, my eyes
half shut and let those who
wish to be read pop out
of the shelf into my
outstretched hands, as
if waiting for manna
from heaven.
I’ll stand at a shelf, my eyes
half shut and let those who
wish to be read pop out
of the shelf into my
outstretched hands, as
if waiting for manna
from heaven.
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