The Reader

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I knew a reader
(Once)
He knew of stories
Of places
And people
And made up worlds.

I knew a reader
(Once)
She spoke of age old glories
Of faces
And victors
And planets

I knew a reader
(Once)
Had it all figured.
Dreamed and ready
Curious and steady.

I knew a reader.
But I don't anymore
(Who could be blamed?)
They were holed up in their books after all.

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