Life, like turning a page
in freshly open, bookbinder creeks.
Fresh words pour unto thee
Title inviting me to be stripped away,
Story growing like a wild child,
taunting me to come in and play.
Pages flip faster through
each new chapter, as the story continues
to intrigue me.
enlighten me, picturing the
characters in my mind’s eye.
The book adopts thee
to not be me,
for at least a little while.
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