2nd Draft: Buying Love Poetry at a Thrift Store

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“Buying Love Poetry at a Thrift Store”

Pages gone so dull
paper cuts became kisses First two lines are awesome, you do a good job at setting the stage
that can never be,
and yellowed love tries maybe it's just me, but I do not know what this means. Soured love? Or the yellowed pages of an old book? Sub in a more original or a book-related descriptor
at not forgetting it was born
from red, nice pun, if that was your intention
while the poet is ghostly
footsteps in an attic
no one cares enough this works great as is, but i think it is good enough to expand upon a bit more. maybe a new line?
to clutter with clutter. i love word play like this, but i wouldn't reserve it for the last line. Either add another line or change up the wording... just my opinion though! if you want to keep it, maybe mess with the structure? ex: to             to
                                                        clutter         clutter

Overall, a fantastic poem that if tweaked could be elevated into something even better than it already is. the opening really drew me in, and the "footsteps in the attic" is a very memorable line to me. I could almost here the feet above me. Keep writing, I enjoyed your work!