Walking Talking Journal
You rest propped up
In my crowded bookshelves
Until I need you
To secretly confide in
My deepest thoughts
Scrolled across your heart
You hold my memories
Gently in your smooth hands
Touched by the world’s pen
You change over time
But you’ll always
Remain my dearest friend
Who knows me
Even better than I do
A walking talking journal
Just the thing
A friend should be
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