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Where do we see our true selves? In the reflection of a mirror  That often tells us lies. Or maybe in those around us, Those who support and care,
Do you see what I see- The words on a page? My books make me feel better After a long day. I enter my room, And sit in my nook, And I turn, and I turn The pages of my book.
Between the pages, among the ink Among the open-eyed nights Unfolds a world that curls and kinks and twists in lengthy delight Nestled in a mantle of tone Bestowed upon the eye
Nothing is like the pages held within a binding. They each have their own distinguishable look and smell Old one’s, new one’s, worn one’s and torn one’s.
Books are just dreams wrote down and shared with the world.
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