You said you made me exist
So I clutched my new found words and thanked you
Breathed in the scent of words not yet learned
Poetry not yet spoken
Did you form me from dust sprinkled across the barren earth?
Did you weave my soul from love?
Did you breathe life into my lungs and wipe tears from my eyes,
as I wept at the pain of new birth?
No, you are not my God
egotistical librarians...
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