Opening the door into a distant world a walk through the towers of book shelves
Not sure, of what I might find.
Dust falls on my face making me shiver
Old cracked books line my path
No one seems to notice
My cold face
Like I blend into
The background
Grabbing a book off the top shelf
I turn the broken pages
Entering a different world
Entering a different time
Entering a different home
I become another person
With different problems
Different lusts
I may never get out
I may never get along
I may never seem the same
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