I was reading
And it felt like I was
Being read, accurately
One of those books
One of of those people
Paraphrase, me to me
To talk to myself, in detail
When you speak
Through me like this
At one point
We don't know for sure
Who narrates
And who listens
Who's story is being told
The voices
I don't need a catharsis from
Books
and you.
-Al
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Author:
Alan R (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: January 26th, 2024 00:08
- Category: Friendship
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Comments2
Books are the bane of humanity !
🙂 And people could be too
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