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As the pages turn Words breathe new life In the confines of my mind Pretty ladies dance and Hero’s battle fearsome beasts I run among them Losing myself in their wonder I prance like the Nymphs Dance with Mr. Darcy and Fly the skies with the Raven I party with Dorian Gray Until, I am called back to my room With the plain cream walls With my real world problems And there they are With all my books Sitting in a pretty Row Like toys ready for Christmas Their pages loose From my nimble fingers Their covers ripped from love Their stories beating hearts Bleed as their all silently waiting For me to come and Greet them again.
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Oct 18, 2012
Oct 18, 2012 at 7:19 PM UTC
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As the pages turn Words breathe new life In the confines of my mind Pretty ladies dance and Hero’s battle fearsome beasts I run among them Losing myself in their wonder I prance like the Nymphs Dance with Mr. Darcy and Fly the skies with the Raven I party with Dorian Gray Until, I am called back to my room With the plain cream walls With my real world problems And there they are With all my books Sitting in a pretty Row Like toys ready for Christmas Their pages loose From my nimble fingers Their covers ripped from love Their stories beating hearts Bleed as their all silently waiting For me to come and Greet them again.
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Oct 18, 2012
Oct 18, 2012 at 7:19 PM UTC
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