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Post by Shelby on May 29, 2013 23:02:08 GMT -5
Cover to Cover
I am like the books I read, The story I tell is bound to succeed. Each day unfolds like the pages I turn, With ink stained fingers my future adventure are learned. Every line, every stanza, every ink blot we call words, filled with specks of reality Far from the truth, far from duality. With each new page, there is more to read With every new part there is more to mislead. With excitement my pages turn, sometime too fast, With some signs of wrinkles, earmarks and taters, I look at the past. These pages that came before now seem blurred beyond recognition, But, in my mind there all part of a bigger collection. As the last page is turned and the cover is closed, I start to think, is this truly the end or is there more to behold?
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