Stories aren’t just stories

If they’ve been read through before

For once a cover has been opened

They turn into something more

A fingerprint of everyone

Who’s ever turned its pages

And a bookmark of the you were

When read at different ages

It’s as though with each reread

You leave a piece of you behind

A sliver of the past

Pressed for your future self to find

Until it’s no longer the story

That makes you pull it from the shelf

But the chance to reunite

With younger versions of yourself

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