Book Spine Poetry (the shuffle)

so long, and thanks for all the fish
the children of men
tinker, tailor, soldier, spy
initiate
big little lies
in cold blood
the next
Rebecca
misplaced affection
the likeness
presumed innocent
all the light we cannot see
feed
i’d tell you i love you,but then i’d have to kill you
this is where i leave you

leonell