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These Pages

A new dimension of reality I face in these pages
Here, I sit and dine with the sages
My mind is kidnapped without a ransom
Costumed in all character, pretty and handsome
I’m the victim
I’m the villain
I am the eye that sees beyond the plot twist
I am the ship, wrecked in its storm
I am a slave to the writer’s thoughts
And till my head turns away from this lovely cage
I remain bound to this page

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