In darkest London all that is solid melts into air the greatest mysteries of the modern world fall into the electric mist of hunger games and fairy tales. Time travellers made in America are catching fire in a restaurant at the end of the universe. Prompt: Write a “book spine” poem. This involves taking a look at your bookshelves, and writing down titles in order (or rearranging the titles) to create a poem.

Great take on the prompt!
lillian
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Thank you. I had great fun pondering my bookshelf 🙂
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