Weather- worn tatters
Loved for its memories
Though it isn’t written there
I still remember
The first page
Used to stand bare
Scared to write on
But oh so tempting
Nicks and bangs
Showing the places
It has lived
Though you won’t understand
New isn’t always better
Familiar, old friend
Sitting on a shelf
Waiting to be of use
-Kel Dayheart
Fragment of a Figment 
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