Her life is like a chapter book
offering only a little at a time
leaving you wanting more
Yet her coyness is not to tease
it is for her protection
from those who want it all
Her heart has been bended
folded
mutilated
Thrown on a dusty table
leaving it for the next browser
ear-marked at the juicy parts
One day, a kind, old librarian
will find this prized selection
and put it back where it belongs
Behind the protective glass of his love.
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