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Life is a borrowed book
passed from many hands
before yours. It is
stained with hopes and
expectations; old fears
create a musky scent.
But now it is in your clumsy
hands---for your eyes to decipher,
to wring meaning out of
[although these words have
been read innumerable times before,
you are confident
in the freshness of
your breathed air and mind].
Take care of this book
while it is yours;
your tragedies and triumphs
mark the pages too, now.
Ripping it up
would destroy the story
for the next reader.
This book
is not so much about plot
as little things previously scribbled
in the margins and
what you let it teach you.
Do you want to put your name
with all the other ones
in the front cover?
Or just read silently,
leaving only
a tear-stain?
Completely open to interpretation,
this story.
And when you come
to the end, you unconsciously
write the next sentence
in permanent pen.
Read it as many times as you want
before it's taken back.
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