Books
What an attraction
I have to imagine
World beyond worlds
Which causes my mind to be swirled
Broken dreams inside
Books help move it aside
They help me escape
My terrible fate
Which awaits for me after a long hard day
With Dues of which I should pay
But afterwards its time to play
Books upon books stacked on a shelf
Ready to accompany my lone old self.
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