With the words that were destined
To fill every corner and every nook
But these words really never belonged
How much ever you look
Frazzled and dusty, I lay
In the corner that every eye can reach
But no hands ever extend to turn the pages
Or glance at the words that enlivened them each
There are stories in me
That you may never understand
Even if you read them
For a thousand nights
For they are from the between-the-lines land
Where every plot offers never-seen-before sights
Still forgiving, I will always hold tales
That would make you whole
Even when termites of being jilted
Has left holes in my soul
Until my pages are tattered
And the warming words in me
Have faded into nonbeing
I will always be there
As an empathic listener
That would cater to your well-being.
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