Do I turn
pages
or do they turn
me
do I read a sentence
or does it read
me
I know the
words
portrayed on
this paper
impactful
the ever
nameless shaper
of nooks and crannies
of my soul
one alphabet
to keep me whole
Sometimes weightless
written phamplets
weight a tousand
tons
sometimes
silent
shifting movements
are the
loudest ones
Oh my soul
so scribbled
over
drawn on and
to eternally
For each
book
each page
each word
I read here
stays with
me
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