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Only A Number
It's only a number you said to me, you so much younger than I, yet, thinking about it, I find I agree, a number in the book of our lives. I turn each page as if to rewrite them, but reading the words, they define this inaness. A boring book of too many pages in a life of endless repetitive sameness. My father's book ended on page seventy-four, a book written in a language I never knew. Filled with intrigue my mom's on ninety-two, a Western Romance that never came true. Several short stories that I won't speak of here. Those lives cut short with characters undeveloped, whose stories I would gladly have traded with my own, if the jacket was changed and the pages re-enveloped. Yet, I continue to read this story of me, as the day of my birth is counted once more, and pages turn with the briefest of breath, while my body grows old with a mind I abhor. The paper has worn and the numbers smeared. Dogeared by time as each sentence entwines, I'm trying to find the worth of my story, but it's just so hard to read between the lines. 11/15/2024
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