The world carries on,

They are none the wiser,

Just another face,

In the daily race.

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Stuck in our stories,

Separate books on the shelf,

See behind those eyes,

A soul does there lie.

*

I show to the world,

My hard leather cover,

My pages fragile,

Just make the next mile.

*

Strangers are staring,

See cracks in the cover,

Each look weighs a ton,

They keep walking on.

*

Some may wonder why,

Divert from their own lives,

Most will soon forget,

There’s no need to fret.

*

Replaying the scene,

Over analysing,

One moment in time,

A personal crime.

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To me one chapter,

For them only a glance,

Into someone’s book,

It’s only a look.

Laura Joan x