Hard and protective.
Holding, Holding.
The cargo is precious.
Never let go. Ever.
I gather dust but
If you wipe it off,
And open me up
To reveal my contents...
And inside you will see the real me.
Fragile , Sometimes broken, Torn pages
I am filled with knowledge.
But you may not think it at first.
You can't ever judge a book by its cover.
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