Pleasure…

deckled
edges
creamy
soft
pages
with
bold
black
print
a
cup
of
hot
tea
a
comfy
place
to
curl
up
preferably
with
a
cat
and
reality
disappears
leaving
us
with
nothing
but
pure
pleasure

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