I do not write to you, but of you, /because the paper that we write on/is our perishable skin.

Melissa LeeHoughton
I do not write to you, but of you, /because...
I do not write to you, but of you, /because...
I do not write to you, but of you, /because...
I do not write to you, but of you, /because...
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Every time you read a book, you are touching the skin of the writer who wrote it. The paper is the only way the writer can leave their words for all to read. You are reading their thoughts, but what they are actually saying lives on inside of them.

Source: A Body Made Of You

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