Tell Black Book Lit

a play on words poem still into it a lot some of the words have double prenunciations and meanings.

In your lit, tell,
black book
Lick, Wi-Fi
yourself, so I can
drink of your waters
and of your
emo shun
me of my sickness.
I‘m a lone in a
desert me.
Make me
perfect
my imperfections.
Make a
record
me in your
lit, tell,
black book.
Watch me
tear.
The pages
from the
spine.
I am
wound
up or ed
you tell me.
Stand, close
the lit, tell,
black book.