my mentors
a lack of adventure pulls at my soul
a world filled with bland disappointmentscosed eyes reflecting the minds they belong too
but the pages smelled of magic and fire
they showed love and confusion, openings to new worlds
taking me away and with them through dangers of mind and body
opened my eyes to myself and others
not alone with those pages filled
sent as guides, as inspirations, pulling open my eyes
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