Smooth, glossy pages
Slip between fingers
Eager to turn to the next
The soft smell
Of ink...
And press...
And age...
Unique to all libraries,
Book stores, and bookcases
The first sentence
Drags me in
Catching my attention
Pushing the world away
The sounds
Of battle...
Of adventure...
Of romance...
Fill my head
Forcing reality's
Humdrum issues away
Experiencing the
Hopes...
Sadness...
Fears...
Struggles...
Of lives lived only on
These pages
Watching them
breathe and stretch
Becoming more human
Than myself for a time
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