My hands grabbed you

handled you with hunger and passion,

violently turning your pages,

to see, to learn, to find word after word,

entering boldly, embracing the worlds you painted!

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My eyes devoured your lines,

deeply entranced, captured by your magic,

feeling like a queen , a witch, a pirate captian,

sailing the seven seas, discovering treasures.

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And I cried with you, hot tears marking my cheeks

which you soaked up as nectar coming from the gods

and you became battered, worn out,,,,

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You held me hostage, near the end.

Then left me hungry for more,,,

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I thank you,my books,,,,