Book Spine Poetry




After seeing a few of these floating around, I decided to give it a try. Here's my feeble attempt at spine poetry:

Far, far away in Hollow City
on 77 Shadow Street, 
under a ghost moon,
in a winter garden,

Emma - drawing in the dust.

Silence.
Betrayal.
Ruined.

"Hush. Hush."

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