
To the lost books
I will still read you
Even if I can’t tell the world
That I have
Since you disappeared, or they made you do so
You still have my promise
To be held in my heart
And in my mind
Alex

To the lost books
I will still read you
Even if I can’t tell the world
That I have
Since you disappeared, or they made you do so
You still have my promise
To be held in my heart
And in my mind
Alex
This is a quiet, tender tribute—full of loyalty, grief, and love for the written word. The promise you make to the “lost books” feels deeply personal yet universal, speaking to memory, censorship, and the resilience of stories that refuse to vanish. Simple, sincere, and powerful, it lingers long after the last line, held just as you say—in the heart and in the mind.
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