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I was an open book.

My pages well read

Spine... broken

The words worn; faded.

Romance and hope

Exposive introductions

Happy endings...

But paper tears...

Dust collects on chapters

Unhinged and unsewn

Love letters lost

Incomplete stories.

The eyes distracted

And the imagination wanders

Ink bled from touch

No transcription.

Tome unraveled

Falling to ash

Crumpled wood without regard

Becoming only footing.

Best seller

Sold and regifted

Undesired folio

And left behind.