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When you look up from your book
and you face reality.
As your characters diminish
and they fade from memory.
They're replaced by living people
as your life becomes a book.
And although you will reject them
will have every bit partook.
Still; you crave for those forgotten.
Every character you've read.
As you gently put the book down
sad that fake's not real instead.
Yet you know if time again comes
you will open it for more.
For there's more going back in life to
what in life is kept in store.
Copyright © Trevor Mcleod | Year Posted 2015
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