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Doors poem: A Readers thoughts By Mariah Pompa


A smattering of words is all it seems and its all consuming,
Taking minutes of my day, hours really, and I don't even notice,
I'm happy to lose time and travel to another universe if it means keeping up,

These new people, these new places,
I can't wait to see it all,

This is my spyglass to view another writers world because that's what it is,
A universe between two covers that I return to now and then,

Some are so painfully predictable you
                                                         have to
                                                                  set it
                                                                        down
                                                                               because its lost its wonder...

Others, dear goddess, others are enough to make me hungry for more,
More plot, more people, more worlds,

More words,

Let me at these creations of mass distraction and let them sweep me away,
You'll find no struggle with me,
I'll go where the pages take me.









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