Book

Foolish, nowhere,
Johnny-head-in-air
Open.

Read like a book,
cover to cover;
Nothing to hide,
make every reader a lover.

Reciprocity though,
is so hard to find;
So hard to unveil
a reader's mind.

And so, trusting pages
begin to wrinkle;
Smooth corners curl
and paper crinkles.

Lines & names hidden
in a creased fold;
so young and yet
the book feels old.

Reader be kind
to a simple book;
It's open about everything
Perhaps you could share
more than a friendly look?

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