"Fog on her glasses 
From still steaming tea. 
A book in her hand, 
As she casually reads. 
A catch in her breath, 
As the climax draws near. 
She's deaf to the world: 
The book is 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."
- Unknown 

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Hope you enjoy my works: "Lethal Friends," and a poetry book soon to come. 

- Katy