One Book

The book
has a floppy cover.
Some of the pages
are missing.
It smells musty,
crackles
when you open it.

This book whispers
to no one. The title
is rubbed away.
The plot is unimportant.
This book is a treasure,
sacred,
simply because it is
a book.

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