The leatherbound novel stood open
She was drawn to it
An invisible force called to her
Begged her to partake of the pages
She looked down, and read...
The words described a familiar life
Hers...
Her breath was heavy, fast
She read her emotions on the parchment
Her eyes shifted quicker than possible
Striving to see her future
The pages flew in her attempt
She spent her whole life at that book
She saw her death described in words
As her heart failed, she realized
Had she not been so eager,
Not tried to know the unknown,
The story may have been
A little more exciting...
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