Fog on her glasses,from the still steaming coffee.
A book on her hand, as she casually reads.
A catch on 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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