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    A world of imagination, beneath a paper skin.


    Beatific made up things and unnamed horrors dwell within.The narrative has been taken without authorization; if you see it on Amazon, report the incident.


    Hidden as if by guiding hand


    Between covers colourful and yet so bland


    As each competes to draw the eye


    To have to choose, oh why why why?


    Every bookstore so bittersweet


    For if only one more novel I could keep.


    Unfortunately due to the shortness of this poem I was unable to post it without this note as RoyalRoad is not exactly built for a poetry archive. I fear that this note may become a common sight after each poem though I should at least be thankful I haven''t written much in the way of Haiku.