Plethora [Of Poetry]

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I am a reader.
What's the reason I read, you ask?

Well
Because every letter I miss,
I miss the message from the author.

Every word I skip,
I miss meaning of the book.

Every sentence I overlook,
I miss the details of the story.

Every paragraph I forgo
I miss a chunk that could've expanded into ideas in my head,
Growing like weeds.

Well
For every page I blatantly skim over
I miss
Whatever opportunity there is, or was, for me to learn, love and live again through the eyes of the one who has seen it all before,

I am a reader.