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Oct 2020
The pages flutter through your fingers,

The eerie theme lingers,

But you turn the pages.



You sink your teeth into this book,

Your head staying shook,

But you turn the pages.



The words are eating you,

Your thoughts stew,

But you turn the pages.



The last page is a mirror,

The pages are much clearer,

The pages turn you.
Written by
Jamil Akram  19/M
(19/M)   
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