You are a book, I read
when I am by my self,
secluded from the world.
I attend to every word, there is
and you have a lot to tell.
The tales of you and the mirror
how you find yourself, and then quiver.
Bringing in the telltales of philosophers,
and leaving me with riddles to decipher.
Chapters are unnumbered,
there are endless conversations,
It is just a matter of time,
reader becomes a character.
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