Gem

~☆~
Fog on her glasses
From the still steaming tea
A book in her hand
As she casually reads.
A catch in her breath
As the climax goes near
She's deaf to the world;
The book's all she can hear.
She's completely lost now,
Or perhaps she is found
In this strange paper world
That's far from the ground.
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                                                                      [COLLECTED]