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Sometimes
Open the book
Long forgotten
Some old book
Resting in the shelf
Beneath a pile
Of pain, dreams and longings
Open it
Dust it off
Run your finger over it
Smell it
Inhale the mouldy air
Of the time
That has passed
Since you last opened it
Open it
Feel it resurrecting
Beneath your finger
Open it
If you know what it is
To be alone.
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