The girl with books

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What does she read in those anyway?
They would ask 

I don't just read but live a thousand lives
She would answer

They would always see her with a new one
She would finish before they could 
even know the title

They would always tell her to leave them aside 
How could she when she was a bibliophile

She would know these different stories
With worlds and places far away

Her eyes would speak more than words
They would give away all the secrets

Her heart would pick up the pace
Whenever she turned a new page

The girl with the books as she was known
Didn't mind the name that was given to her

For it was not just a label
It was the way she lived to become.




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